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Twenty years after the Mandalorian Wars
and five years after the defeat of DARTH TRAYA,
the JEDI EXILE has surrendered to the Dark Side of
the Force. Now known as DARTH DVUKHSOTNAYA,
the Exile seeks to form a new order of Sith, one
unplagued by the constant threat of betrayal.
The JEDI COUNCIL, led by the valiant Master RIC ASA,
recognizes that if left unchecked, the 'Zakonniye Sithov',
or Lawful Sith, will rule the galaxy. The Knights of the
Light have two fates in mind for this new Order: either
the Jedi will redeem them back to the Light, or enlist
them as slaves at hard labor, punishing them for their
crimes against the Jedi Order and the galaxy at large.
This hard labor will be unlike any other--to rebuild the
galaxy along the lines of law, order, and true justice...
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What better place to gather an angry horde of disillusioned Sith
than on Korriban, the death-scarred world of the Ancient Lords?
Elron certainly thought so, and loved the place. His wife, the
beautiful Tysyacha, would also grow to treasure it in time.
However, Korriban was no permanent home for these Sith.
It was merely a launching pad for the great war to come.
"Syscha," said Dark Lord Elron with a rueful smile, "you're
a much better public speaker than I am! Come, sway our
audience, and help me give birth to the order of the Lawful
Sith!" He saluted his wife crisply, activating his red saber.
Tysyacha, the Jedi Exile, now known as Darth Dvukhsotnaya,
kissed her husband tenderly on a place below his cheekbone.
"Yes, Master," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
She strode boldly toward the gathering of Sith, their sabers lit.
"Dark Jedi! Hear me!", she cried, and hundreds of attentive
Force Sensitives clad in black turned toward her. Those in
the front row could notice that the Exile wore a hood over
her lovely face, trimmed in gold. Tysyacha had been blinded
by the ruthless (and now reformed) Darth Sion three years
earlier, but she didn't mind. She could see through the Force.
"I am here to soothe your anger, to let you know that I am here
and I will listen. Apprentices, you have been betrayed by your Masters,
and Dark Lords, you live in the secret but constant fear of being
supplanted by the ones you have trained. I ask: must this be the
way and the life of the Sith? Is the nature of the Dark Side such
that it must always turn against itself in the end? I say no! "
Dead silence. Such a sound was scary, even though there was no
sound. Dark Jedi such as the ones in the crowd had never heard
such a thing. Many, or at least the Sith in power, would consider
the Exile's words to be heresy. However, these were the outcasts,
the betrayed, the conquered and not the conquerors of the Order.
They listened to Tysyacha as a patient would to a doctor, or a
soldier to a commander. Such words had power, strength, and hope.
"We form a new order of Sith--myself, my master, Lord Elron, and the
Assassin Darth Sion! This is an order that will not tolerate betrayal.
A house divided against itself cannot stand, and so it is with the
traditional Sith. Do you not agree that a thousand joined together
in passion and power are far stronger than hundreds working alone?"
"YES!", shouted the Dark Jedi, and Tysyacha smiled and continued.
"I think so. Thus, we will comprise the Zakonniye Sithov, or
the Lawful Sith. There are only three rules, three ultimate commands
that will make the Jedi Council shudder with hatred and quake with fear!
One: No betrayal will be tolerated. We will all stand together, or fall the
same way. Two: The Dark Side of the Force survives through passion. Our
passions, and the Force, compose our strength. Three: If you find yourself
drawn to a lover, take one. Such alliances are forbidden by the Jedi Council,
but love yourself, love the one you choose, and love the Force most of all!
The Force brings us true power, and through it, we shall rule the galaxy!
"If you wish to join us, exiles, then shout out Zakonniye! Come forward
and place your lightsabers, blood-red, at an angle to my saberstaff. We are
allies, not secret and ultimate foes. I've heard it said that the way of Sith
is the way of Self. Not always. We shall show the complacent Council that
sacrifice and loyalty are the way to real enlightenment and true victory!"
Tysyacha held her red saberstaff horizontally, and Dark Lord Elron placed
his own saber perpendicular to his wife's. Assassin Darth Sion then lay his
at a diagonal, making a six-pointed star of red beams. A chilling, lovely sight!
Sion stared at the exile's hooded face, darkness burning in his already dark eyes. "Your words carry great weight in them Exile, an army you have....and soon the jedi will lie in pools of their own blood....a new age is ushered in, as the old crumbles down in death and destruction.I am ready." His features twisting into an evil grin.
Kent watched the speech from afar and sighed. These sith were joining like cattle, and why shouldn't they, they were offering the same power as the normal sith, but without the fear and restrictions.
IG-12 (in case you didn't know, Grievous' magnaguards in Ep. III and the Clone Wars are highly advanced IG units, and the droid bounty hunter in Ep. V is an IG-88. Also, in the Clone Wars cartoon, the biker droids that Durge commands are IG units as well, so, you can pretty much picture what IG-12 looks like) scanned the masses of Sith. "Four hundred and thirty-one warriors under your command, my lady. And from my scopes and radars, I can see many more approaching." Tysyacha nodded. "Of course, the blades pointing to you aren't completely pointed to yours.
Sion scoffed. "We don't need that kind of pointless information, droid."
"Don't be so condescending to IG, I've met several droids *mainly four* whose capabilities are... impressive, to say the least."
"Thank you, milady," the droid bowed. "However, out of the now 455 Sith warriors, only 420 of them have brought their sabers to point towards yours. Just so you know."
"Penny for your thoughts," a voice came from behind Kent. Falya slipped up to his side and followed his gaze to where Darth Dvukhsotnaya had made her speech. "She is quite an impressive speaker, is she not?"
"A good idea is not hard to sell to the people who want it, but being a good speaker helps. And that she is." He put his arm around her. "Funny isn't it, her mentioning that sith shouldn't fight against sith when that's how she defeated, or cured, or call it whatever you want, Sion."
Distantly, somewhere among the members of the black-clad crowd,
Darth Tysyacha Dvukhsotnaya heard a mocking shout. "Moo-oo-ooo!"
She chuckled to herself. Indeed, these warriors of the Dark Side might
be compared to cattle, with their (at least for now) docile and obedient
natures. However, cattle had no sense of what they were, no sense of
their life's purpose, and most of all, no sense of the Force around them.
These warriors were different. They were men and women, Trandoshans
and maliciously-minded Wookiees, Scouts, Soldiers, and Scoundrels alike.
They were sentients, and even the Dark Side could not blind
anyone to this fact. Unless, of course, they willfully chose to ignore it.
"Cattle you are not," Tysyacha sneered darkly. "That's how the Jedi
would treat you. They always say a Jedi's life is sacrifice, and yet
how many of those who say that would lay down their lives for you?
Would the greatest of Masters die for his or her lowliest Padawan?
I think not. See if I practice what I preach. I want one of you to
come up here and stand in front of me." She beckoned to the crowd.
Falya rested her head on Kent's shoulder and laughed softly. "Times have changed." She pulled away to look into his eyes as she withdrew a single lightsaber from her boot. "Are we going up there?"
"She stole my cattle analogy!" Complained Kent jokingly.
Kent took his own lightsaber.
"I guess so."
Falya laughed and kissed Kent on the cheek before heading toward Syscha, Elron, and Sion. As she walked, she told Kent, "You've always been jealous when somebody steals your jokes and takes them seriously..."
Tysyacha smiled tenderly at what she thought was a familiar face.
Not too long ago, before she and Dark Lord Elron had gotten married
and moved to the Mandalorians' former camp on the moon of Dxun,
Darth Dvukhsotnaya had known a girl by the name of Falya. She
had dark red hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with the
presence of the Force. Syscha looked more closely at the figures
who were now approaching her. "Falya?", she asked. "Kent?"
"Indeed we are," smiled the girl, and Kent Threepwood saluted
crisply. His gesture contained a touch of humor, and Syscha
liked that. What sentient could stay sane without laughter,
even a normally dead-serious Sith? Syscha raised her arm.
She channeled her strength--her vital life as well as her
Force reserves--into the two young teenagers. Feeling
herself weaken, Darth Dvukhsotnaya crumpled to the
platform from where she spoke. Dark Lord Elron looked
rather alarmed for a moment, but he knelt down by
his wife and felt a weak pulse there in her wrist.
When the Exile finally stood, she said, "See what
I've done? I've given the full measure of my strength
to two potential apprentices, and I was kept alive
only by love and the Dark Side of the Force!"
Applause. It was more than polite. It was grateful.
Kent felt the power go into him and later out again. It was a good theoretical technique, but in practice probably very risky.
Elron smiled, his grin hidden beneath his hood. "You are trickier than I thought. Just next time, warn me before you do that!"
He said. She nodded, a grin on her face. "Anything, for you, my love."
Looking back upon the Sith that stood before them, Elron said, "Waves upon waves of new minds, new soldiers, new lives come forth to join us!
The new Order shall be built on the Blood of the old!"
Darth Dvukhsotnaya bowed to everyone before her. Her obeisance
was not one of a stage-actress who has just performed her best role,
or of a magician who had pulled a rabbit out of his hat. It was a
humble bow, filled with gratitude that she was indeed still alive.
"Welcome, Zakonniye!," she exulted. "We shall rule the
galaxy once we convert the Jedi! How can we not, you may
ask? Indeed, even though they won't admit it, the members
of the Council are much more like us than they think. Will you
be quick to attack, as you were before, but slow to slaughter?
I believe that live servants are worth far more alive than corpses!"
(P.S. Good night, everybody! :) )
(g'night Syscha! I had probably turn in too...gah...school sux...sorry, done. Adios!)
Kent remained silent, he knew he was not one of the leaders, nor was he a good public speaker. It would not do good to tell a joke to these people
A wise decision. Elron told the boy, But I think it would do you good to, one, not think so loud, and two, to sheild your thoughts better.
As Kent looked at him indignantly, Elron said, Just because we aren't in an academy doesn't mean that I can't start to teach you.
(Okay, I think I'm gone for good now)
(All right see ya)
Kent made no other response to Elron. He respected him as a teacher, but still harbored feelings for Elron having technically killed Kent.
Falya sensed the resentment that Kent had for Elron and placed her left hand gently on Kent's right arm in an attempt to drive the feelings away... at least for the moment.
Kent let Falya drive the feelings away, for her he'd do anything, and it wasn't such a bad idea. He looked at her and let her know he was grateful through the force.
Falya smiled and relaxed.
((I think it's about time to get the Jedi side of the story up and running))
30 year old Jedi Master Tirya Hent stared out the window of the little building, her green eyes vacant and thoughtful. Her dark red hair hung in tight curls around her face and past her shoulders. It was rare for her to let it fall... rare and beautiful. Her hands were enclosed in dark brown leather gloves, but she took them off slowly as she stood at the window. She sighed contentedly. It was so peaceful here... almost.
A lingering feeling of darkness continued to grow... Tirya couldn't quite pinpoint it, but she knew she didn't like it. With another sigh, she turned away from the window.
"The Darkness grows," she said aloud. "As if we need any reminder of its presence."
Fellow jedi master Washburn "Wash" Mal sneaked up behind her.
"It always grows naturally, like grass it just needs a trimming every once in a while."
Tirya jumped slightly and turned. "I really need to pay better attention to my surroundings, Wash," she told him. Then, she laughed and her eyes sparkled. "A trimming?" She shook her head in amusement. "That's the first time I've ever heard the Dark Side and the Sith compared to grass."
"Well, philosophy was never my forte."
"Ah, that's right," Tirya teased. "You were more the fan of aggressive negotiations, if memory serves..."
"I'm not arguing that," Tirya said, putting her hands up in defense. She laughed. "So where have you been? And more importantly, what have you been up to? I haven't seen you in... oh, what's it been... two hours?" She laughed again.
"Saving the galaxy, what else?"
"I suspected a little more relaxation," Tirya laughed. "After all, that's what the Council told us to do..." She frowned. "They claim we do too much and need a break." She looked at him. "Do you ever get the feeling they don't like what we've been doing?"
She laughed. "Maybe we should cut back on the aggressive negotiations..." Turning serious again. "I don't know... it just seems like they don't trust us as much as they used to... does it seem that way to you?"
Wash looked around, and seeing there was nobody there, put his arm around Tirya.
"They may not like it, but there's nothing wrong with it. And we'll just have to prove we're trustworthy"
(Well, good night.)
((Same to you, JM.))
Tirya nodded. "When we're done with this 'vacation', maybe we can start by tracing the 'growth of the grass' as you so poetically put it..." She frowned. "Somehow, I can't help but think I'll be getting more than I bargain for..." She looked away thoughtfully.
"That depends on how much you're barganing for."
"What?" Tirya asked, sounding terribly distracted. "Oh, I'm sorry... did I say that aloud?" She smiled slightly. "I must be getting old."
Master Ric Asa Sat in the Councils meditation chamber he was concentrating on the gathering of Dark force users he could feel. He opened his eyes and looked vacantly far amoment then shock his head. He stood and removed his hood from his head, he proceeded to use his hand to wipe his eyes. He left the Meditation chamber and began walking to look for other Council members.
Sion Shoved two dark jedi out of his way as he made his way through the crowd inspecting the troops. "Move" He demanded in a deep commanding bellow. The dark jedi seemed to seperate into two sides with a row in the middle, for Sion to make his way through. He strooped and looked among them. "Are you prepared to serve the greater darkness, to stand with true sith, to destroy the republic, and burn the jedi order to the ground." All at once they screamed cheers of enthusiasm. "Before we begin our long awaited rise to power in the galaxy, there are some of you, who would have the disrespect, and the foolishness, to question your mistress's wishes. Those of you who feel yourselves more fit, than she step forth and make yourselves known."
Three Dark Jedi stepped forward from the crowd of observers, and arrogantly stepped towards Sion. "Her lies are no different than our masters lies. Why should we follow her, a blinded, broken jedi, or you, a rejuvenated corpse." He smugly stated. His two followers chuckling.
Before his two companions, could make a second chuckle, they found themselves caught in a lethal strike of Darth Sion's force lightning. They writhed and twitched from the currents flowing through their bodies, and collapsed dead on the floor. The leader of the three, shocked and enraged, raised his blade and charged towards Sion..."I'll turn you back into a corpse SION"........"I don't think so." Sion relpied, and raised his own saber, and cut the man in half from the head down through the groin.
"all to easy."
Sion turned and faced the Dark Jedi, "Join Them" points to the corpses still smoking from his lightning barrage, "Or Join Me".
Simultaneously the dark Jedi bow down on one knee, "ALL HAIL SYACHA,ALL HAIL ELRON, ALL HAIL SION, LORDS OF THE SITH". Sion turns to Syacha who entertained a grin. "Fear, always subjugates the weak."
"Don't say that" Said Wash, and after a pause continued "it'd mean I'm getting old too."
Tirya laughed absentmindedly and returned to staring out the window.
Wash felt Master Sat leave and start to look for other council members.
"Something's going on.
And yet one Dark Jedi out of them all did not. Ugh, why the hell did I come here? IG noticed this and whispered his location to Sion, who leapt over masses of sith, and landed right beside the unloyal one.
"I would suppose you hadn't seen them?"
"Oh, I saw them all right, nice view two. Felt them exit the force anyway."
"Then bow... or die."
"Nah."
"What?" Sion growled, and pushed him back. "I don't wish to spill the blood of another Sith today."
"Eh, I thought about it, and well, taking over the galaxy never was too high on my list of goals. Don't worry, you'll find no enemy of me. Just allow me to leave and I-"
Sion grabbed him close and muttered, "What has happened here cannot leave. Understand?"
"Certainly."
"I could have told you that," Tirya muttered. "He's looking for others on the Council..."
((JM, our characters aren't on the Council... are they?))
((They aren't))
"He's agitated. That's rare."
"I'm agitated," Tirya pointed out. "And so are several others I've spoken to. Isn't it a little more than unusual that so many of us are this agitated at once?" She turned to look at him. "Wash, I really don't like this..."
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Falya watched Sion's leap and grinned. In an instant, the grin faded as she stared out over the new Lawful Sith. A frown began to grow on her face and she turned to Kent.
"I was once a Jedi," she told him. "But then I was killed. You know that... I've even told you that it was Sion who killed me. But my point here has to do with being a former Jedi... I'm not sure I want to fight them. Some of them were rather friendly... then again that did sort of change when I was restored... all but one of the Jedi I had called friends turned their backs on me."
"I guess I don't mind fighting the Jedi..." she concluded. "... so long as the one who remained a friend doesn't get in my way.
"We won't have to fight jedi for a time yet. Who was this jedi who remained a friend?"
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"Don't worry, I doubt the council will send us to deal with it. They'll send someone more responsible, more.....not me."
A young promising Zabrak student walked over to the two jedi masters "Greatings Jedi masters" The Zabrak bowed "My name is Zarlak Wolf. The jedi council had called for me and I was wondering where they were"
((Can somebody a bit later in the rpg please convert Zarlak to lawful sith.))
"Master Sat has just left the meditation chamber, Zarlack, if you hurry you should catch him"
"My sister," Falya admitted with a small smile. "Tirya Hent... she didn't care if I'd lived once or twice. I would always be her baby sister."
"You've got a sister? You're always full of surprises."
"Sounds like life to me," Falya laughed. "Never runs out of them, does it?"