Sasha Kovalev
Jun 6th, 2005, 11:56:20 AM
(ooc: Open for whatever. Challenge, character building, etc. His search for the dark jedi is going to go on for several threads, so tips are always welcome – you’ve got creative license. No requirements on being a force user. Anyone is welcome.)
Funny. At least, funny to Sasha Kovalev. Most thought the last of the Sith had passed onward to another world with the death of Vader and the Emperor. Most probably thought it was over, the reign of the Empire. The old Empire, that is. For the members of the Sith Order who had been for some time now hiding away beneath the blood red skies of Korriban and its seven moons planned to emerge, finally. Emerge, destroy the remaining jedi, wherever they might be in the galaxy, and rise to power once again.
He knew it would not be an easy road and he did not doubt that at one point, when it came right down to it, that there would be a battle among the Sith for ultimate power, but until then they were united in a common cause.
It was interesting, to say the least, to be part of an organization with members who were typically so selfish, so out for themselves and glory for themselves only. He trusted few of them, yet would defend the cause they fought for to his death. Or, if it came down to it, he would do whatever had to be done to follow in the footsteps of his master, Lady Vader.
He was a knight of the Sith, though his rank was deceiving. Having been away for some time to study beneath a dark jedi master and learn things he could not have learned from a Sith, he had finally returned. Returned to his Master to make good on a promise he had made to her many years ago. He had been studying, learning, bending the force to his will for about 13 years now. He had joined the Order, or what existed of it when he had been only seventeen years of age. Now, having just turned thirty or so, he was not only comfortable with his capabilities, aware of his shortcomings, but also confident in himself.
A title meant little to him, though he was determined to reach a point in the Order where respect enough was due to him to be called Lord. He would see to it.
For now though, titles meant little compared to purpose. And his purpose was destruction of the jedi and all that stood in the way of his master, Lady Vader, rising to power and ruling the galaxy.
He did not go running off to Coruscant, where the jedi were rumored to be a dime a dozen. But rather he sought out a smaller planet on which he had heard word a dark jedi had been living. And this was where he chose his next battle for a particular reason.
Some time ago he had fallen in love with another member of the Sith Order. In hindsight, Sasha realized the foolishness of this. To fall in love….well, he found it now to be a weakness. Never again would he fall in love, for it only left a gaping opportunity for betrayal. He had been engaged to marry this woman when she had had defected from the Order to become a Dark Jedi. The defection was not what Sasha considered the betrayal, for he himself had for some time left the practices of the Sith to study the ways of the Dark Jedi. No, the betrayal was in her relationship with another dark jedi, a man by the name of Baz.
Sasha could have cared less what happened to the woman. He knew now that she had met her death a year or so ago now. As far as he was concerned, she deserved whatever she’d gotten. And he was going to finish it all off – finish off what remained of his destroyed relationship. Put forever to rest any existence of a mistake that he had made. Put forever to rest any evidence of weakness. And that began and ended in his mind with the one who had tempted his ex fiancée.
It would serve so many purposes, this destruction. It would be the death of a jedi. It would be his own personal revenge. It would serve to show Lady Vader that he did not harbor any reservations about killing dark jedi, if she still held them from his time away. And it would perhaps lead, eventually, to being given the respect he felt he deserved within the Order – the title of Sith Lord.
As he walked the streets he made no apologies for his appearance or his reasons for being there. Dark robes swished at his feet and his hood settled over his head of dirty blond hair. Violet eyes glared out from beneath it in a silent challenge to anyone who bothered to look in his direction. None would know he was a follower of the Sith necessarily by outward appearances, unless robes of black were the universal signature of them throughout the galaxy. His saber, unignited rested discretely in the palm of his hand.
At one point he stepped into a nearby establishment, intent on beginning his search for the dark jedi. Force users were not entirely common around these parts, at least, so far as he believed. Inquiries for one, if one existed on the planet, would likely get around quickly. And he did not doubt that his challenge would go without a response. As he stepped inside he allowed his connection to the force to guide him while his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. And he began to make his way over toward the bar.
Funny. At least, funny to Sasha Kovalev. Most thought the last of the Sith had passed onward to another world with the death of Vader and the Emperor. Most probably thought it was over, the reign of the Empire. The old Empire, that is. For the members of the Sith Order who had been for some time now hiding away beneath the blood red skies of Korriban and its seven moons planned to emerge, finally. Emerge, destroy the remaining jedi, wherever they might be in the galaxy, and rise to power once again.
He knew it would not be an easy road and he did not doubt that at one point, when it came right down to it, that there would be a battle among the Sith for ultimate power, but until then they were united in a common cause.
It was interesting, to say the least, to be part of an organization with members who were typically so selfish, so out for themselves and glory for themselves only. He trusted few of them, yet would defend the cause they fought for to his death. Or, if it came down to it, he would do whatever had to be done to follow in the footsteps of his master, Lady Vader.
He was a knight of the Sith, though his rank was deceiving. Having been away for some time to study beneath a dark jedi master and learn things he could not have learned from a Sith, he had finally returned. Returned to his Master to make good on a promise he had made to her many years ago. He had been studying, learning, bending the force to his will for about 13 years now. He had joined the Order, or what existed of it when he had been only seventeen years of age. Now, having just turned thirty or so, he was not only comfortable with his capabilities, aware of his shortcomings, but also confident in himself.
A title meant little to him, though he was determined to reach a point in the Order where respect enough was due to him to be called Lord. He would see to it.
For now though, titles meant little compared to purpose. And his purpose was destruction of the jedi and all that stood in the way of his master, Lady Vader, rising to power and ruling the galaxy.
He did not go running off to Coruscant, where the jedi were rumored to be a dime a dozen. But rather he sought out a smaller planet on which he had heard word a dark jedi had been living. And this was where he chose his next battle for a particular reason.
Some time ago he had fallen in love with another member of the Sith Order. In hindsight, Sasha realized the foolishness of this. To fall in love….well, he found it now to be a weakness. Never again would he fall in love, for it only left a gaping opportunity for betrayal. He had been engaged to marry this woman when she had had defected from the Order to become a Dark Jedi. The defection was not what Sasha considered the betrayal, for he himself had for some time left the practices of the Sith to study the ways of the Dark Jedi. No, the betrayal was in her relationship with another dark jedi, a man by the name of Baz.
Sasha could have cared less what happened to the woman. He knew now that she had met her death a year or so ago now. As far as he was concerned, she deserved whatever she’d gotten. And he was going to finish it all off – finish off what remained of his destroyed relationship. Put forever to rest any existence of a mistake that he had made. Put forever to rest any evidence of weakness. And that began and ended in his mind with the one who had tempted his ex fiancée.
It would serve so many purposes, this destruction. It would be the death of a jedi. It would be his own personal revenge. It would serve to show Lady Vader that he did not harbor any reservations about killing dark jedi, if she still held them from his time away. And it would perhaps lead, eventually, to being given the respect he felt he deserved within the Order – the title of Sith Lord.
As he walked the streets he made no apologies for his appearance or his reasons for being there. Dark robes swished at his feet and his hood settled over his head of dirty blond hair. Violet eyes glared out from beneath it in a silent challenge to anyone who bothered to look in his direction. None would know he was a follower of the Sith necessarily by outward appearances, unless robes of black were the universal signature of them throughout the galaxy. His saber, unignited rested discretely in the palm of his hand.
At one point he stepped into a nearby establishment, intent on beginning his search for the dark jedi. Force users were not entirely common around these parts, at least, so far as he believed. Inquiries for one, if one existed on the planet, would likely get around quickly. And he did not doubt that his challenge would go without a response. As he stepped inside he allowed his connection to the force to guide him while his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. And he began to make his way over toward the bar.