Seth Darkserpent
Oct 30th, 2001, 01:57:08 PM
<font size=1>OOC/This RP is of course open, but I'd like for you to contact me before you post. My AIM is JediFerris. Thank you/IC
<font size=2>1 hour, 2 minutes, 47 seconds. Seth felt their presence only 10 miles away. Surely they would catch up sooner or later, it was only a matter of time. His face was smeared with a line of dirt that had been caused by an untimely stumble into a pile of mud. The jungle was a death trap for those who did not know their way around. The canopies above let in small amounts of sunlight that spotlighted certain parts of the forest. The insects, more specifically the Piranha beetles were deadly, and moved around in large groups. Seth felt small again, as he had on that Jedi's ship. An ant in a world of giants Seth thought to himself, shaking his head miserably. Fatigue drew him nearer to the ground, where he could lie down and rest. Using his fading will power, the man refused by simply wincing and continuing his slow pace. One could only wonder how Seth Darkserpent got himself into such a predicament...
As Seth Darkserpent had suspected, Warren Azalin had a hard time getting him on Yavin IV. The defenses were so well thought of, that any strategic fleet trying to blockade Yavin IV, would not make it very far. Trusted New Republic officers ran most of the defence stations, with some help from the Jedi residents. Seth had been unaware that the Jedi were based on Yavin IV, up until this point. The location was an actual mystery, but Seth did not take any pride in unraveling that mystery. Yavin IV had actually turned out to be a death trap for unwanted denizens and spacers.
Warren told the officer through his commlink that he had three passengers aboard. "Myself, my co-pilot and a person in need of the Jedi's help." The Jedi Knight had not lied, but it probably would have been better if he did. The officer grilled him on the importance of bringing "others" to Yavin IV. Warren assured the officer that this "visitor" would be no threat to the Jedi in any way, which at the time he believed. Seth himself believed that at well. He was quite proud of himself, for he had been able to sustain control of his dark urges for almost five hours. Most of that he owed to a two hour nap he had taken en-route to Yavin IV. His dreams were unpleasant, but after he had awakened the memory of their dark pictures had long since faded from his mind.
The Jedi Knight had been given his instructions on where to land. It was a rather small settlement just a mile away from the Great Temple. Seth had deducted it was where the Jedi lived when they were not in the temple, or training their Padawans. The great Massassi temples of Yavin IV became more clear as they passed through the cloud that covered the small planet. Seth had never been to Yavin IV, or seen it before. The sight was not breath taking, and did not excite him. What did excite him was the fact that his vision was slowly returning. Seth could make out the greenery below, from the view port he stared through. As Warren and his co-pilot worked on landing the ship steadily, Seth bowed his head. He still could not understand why the Jedi had chosen a planet with such "rich" Dark Side history.
1 hour, 12 minutes, 11 seconds. The Dark Side was what kept Seth going, as he trekked across the rugged jungle terrain. No doubt he would have fainted from exhaustion, had the Dark Side not fueled him. His anger felt uncontrollable, and the fact that he was going to experience death, or imprisonment from the Jedi very soon, made everything even worse.
Seth had discarded the tattered gloves half an hour ago. He now clung on to a large gnarled stick that helped him correct his balance. The multiple presences were still far, but drawing nearer by the second. As he pushed his sphere of responsibility outward, he felt something. A solitary Force of light east of his present course. Around it he experienced the feeling of smaller creatures, such as insects and plants. Everything in this area seemed to be magnified by the Light Side of the Force, and it was not far off. Coughing in a raspy and crackled voice, Seth pushed his stick forward, and with it his body followed.
Everything in his mind screamed NO!, but he progressed toward the light, at a determined pace. Those following him shared emotions of both curiosity and disappointment. He could feel Jedi presence among his pursuers, but this Light presence that he was moving toward was much stronger. It filled him with comfort, the kind he had never, ever experienced. The shackle of darkness that chained Seth's mind to the Dark Side was weakening by the moment, as Seth felt return control. He felt small relief, the relief that he had felt over an hour ago, prior to his "tempter tantrum".
As Seth exited the shuttle, he was followed closely by Warren. The Jedi Knight was rather unsure of how Darkserpent would act, but Seth had expected this. For a moment, he opened himself to the Force, and felt all the signatures like a cold smack in the face. If anything, this planet was rich in life. Perhaps that answered the question of why the Jedi would choose such a location to train their Padawans. Seth hinted no traces of the Dark Side, other then himself. Embarrassed, he quickly masked his own signature and took a step back.
"Where can I find the Jedi Masters?" Seth demanded, his voice shaking.
"I'm going to bring you to the temple, where we will arrange a meeting." Warren answered quietly.
A group of New Republic officers advanced toward them and nodded to Warren. They moved toward Seth, and shackled him with strong binding cuffs. Darkserpent turned back to Warren and gave him a betrayed look. The officers began to pat him down, searching for weaponry. After they were convinced he was not armed, they nodded to Warren and stood up. Seth growled and turned fully toward Warren.
"What is the meaning of this Jedi Azalin? You lured me here!" Seth accused in a loud voice. He felt his anger level rising like a geyser on Nkklon.
"Seth, these are just standard regulations for newcomers. I'm afraid you will have to stay in those binders for the duration of thi--" Warren was cut in mid-sentence by Seth's cry of rage.
<font size=5>"DECEITFUL JEDI!"<font size=2> In an earlier stage of his life, Seth would have recognized this as standard regulations. Right now, his "inner geyser" had erupted, and unleashed all of his anger. His eyes glowed a bright orange as he broke the binding cuffs with a strong tug. Seth brought his hand back, and swept it through the air. A powerful Force wave rushed forward and knocked everyone over. Darkserpent gave Warren a look of pure hatred, and spun on his heel. Faster then he had ever run, the Dark Jedi fled into the jungle opening at the edge of their landing pad. Using the Force to strengthen his leg muscles, he progressed on. Seth did not know where he was going, but at that point he did not care.
The Dark Jedi felt the presence of Light closer then ever now. His growing fatigue prevented him from actually pin pointing the exact location of this Light power. Using the last droplet of anger that remained in his blood, he raised the stick over his head and dove it into the soil. Seth winced at the toll it had taken on his weak arms, and retired to a fallen log.
"Traitorous Jedi. I should have never come here..." Seth spat out in basic. His language varied from mixed basic to another language that most would be unfamiliar with. It was fast paced like the Sullustan language. Suddenly he stopped, and held up a hand in dead silence. Seth heard something, but he could not be sure of what exactly. As he waited in silence, he felt nothing. The Dark Jedi pounded his fist into the branch. He was definite that he'd heard something, or perhaps he had felt something.
Seth rose off the branch, as slow as a Hutt, and took a step forward. Something stirred in his mind, again. Defensively, Seth raised a fist up meekly. It fell back down, but he forced himself to raise it up again.
"Who is there? Reveal yoursssself!" Seth hissed slowly, and waited for a response, if any...
<font size=2>1 hour, 2 minutes, 47 seconds. Seth felt their presence only 10 miles away. Surely they would catch up sooner or later, it was only a matter of time. His face was smeared with a line of dirt that had been caused by an untimely stumble into a pile of mud. The jungle was a death trap for those who did not know their way around. The canopies above let in small amounts of sunlight that spotlighted certain parts of the forest. The insects, more specifically the Piranha beetles were deadly, and moved around in large groups. Seth felt small again, as he had on that Jedi's ship. An ant in a world of giants Seth thought to himself, shaking his head miserably. Fatigue drew him nearer to the ground, where he could lie down and rest. Using his fading will power, the man refused by simply wincing and continuing his slow pace. One could only wonder how Seth Darkserpent got himself into such a predicament...
As Seth Darkserpent had suspected, Warren Azalin had a hard time getting him on Yavin IV. The defenses were so well thought of, that any strategic fleet trying to blockade Yavin IV, would not make it very far. Trusted New Republic officers ran most of the defence stations, with some help from the Jedi residents. Seth had been unaware that the Jedi were based on Yavin IV, up until this point. The location was an actual mystery, but Seth did not take any pride in unraveling that mystery. Yavin IV had actually turned out to be a death trap for unwanted denizens and spacers.
Warren told the officer through his commlink that he had three passengers aboard. "Myself, my co-pilot and a person in need of the Jedi's help." The Jedi Knight had not lied, but it probably would have been better if he did. The officer grilled him on the importance of bringing "others" to Yavin IV. Warren assured the officer that this "visitor" would be no threat to the Jedi in any way, which at the time he believed. Seth himself believed that at well. He was quite proud of himself, for he had been able to sustain control of his dark urges for almost five hours. Most of that he owed to a two hour nap he had taken en-route to Yavin IV. His dreams were unpleasant, but after he had awakened the memory of their dark pictures had long since faded from his mind.
The Jedi Knight had been given his instructions on where to land. It was a rather small settlement just a mile away from the Great Temple. Seth had deducted it was where the Jedi lived when they were not in the temple, or training their Padawans. The great Massassi temples of Yavin IV became more clear as they passed through the cloud that covered the small planet. Seth had never been to Yavin IV, or seen it before. The sight was not breath taking, and did not excite him. What did excite him was the fact that his vision was slowly returning. Seth could make out the greenery below, from the view port he stared through. As Warren and his co-pilot worked on landing the ship steadily, Seth bowed his head. He still could not understand why the Jedi had chosen a planet with such "rich" Dark Side history.
1 hour, 12 minutes, 11 seconds. The Dark Side was what kept Seth going, as he trekked across the rugged jungle terrain. No doubt he would have fainted from exhaustion, had the Dark Side not fueled him. His anger felt uncontrollable, and the fact that he was going to experience death, or imprisonment from the Jedi very soon, made everything even worse.
Seth had discarded the tattered gloves half an hour ago. He now clung on to a large gnarled stick that helped him correct his balance. The multiple presences were still far, but drawing nearer by the second. As he pushed his sphere of responsibility outward, he felt something. A solitary Force of light east of his present course. Around it he experienced the feeling of smaller creatures, such as insects and plants. Everything in this area seemed to be magnified by the Light Side of the Force, and it was not far off. Coughing in a raspy and crackled voice, Seth pushed his stick forward, and with it his body followed.
Everything in his mind screamed NO!, but he progressed toward the light, at a determined pace. Those following him shared emotions of both curiosity and disappointment. He could feel Jedi presence among his pursuers, but this Light presence that he was moving toward was much stronger. It filled him with comfort, the kind he had never, ever experienced. The shackle of darkness that chained Seth's mind to the Dark Side was weakening by the moment, as Seth felt return control. He felt small relief, the relief that he had felt over an hour ago, prior to his "tempter tantrum".
As Seth exited the shuttle, he was followed closely by Warren. The Jedi Knight was rather unsure of how Darkserpent would act, but Seth had expected this. For a moment, he opened himself to the Force, and felt all the signatures like a cold smack in the face. If anything, this planet was rich in life. Perhaps that answered the question of why the Jedi would choose such a location to train their Padawans. Seth hinted no traces of the Dark Side, other then himself. Embarrassed, he quickly masked his own signature and took a step back.
"Where can I find the Jedi Masters?" Seth demanded, his voice shaking.
"I'm going to bring you to the temple, where we will arrange a meeting." Warren answered quietly.
A group of New Republic officers advanced toward them and nodded to Warren. They moved toward Seth, and shackled him with strong binding cuffs. Darkserpent turned back to Warren and gave him a betrayed look. The officers began to pat him down, searching for weaponry. After they were convinced he was not armed, they nodded to Warren and stood up. Seth growled and turned fully toward Warren.
"What is the meaning of this Jedi Azalin? You lured me here!" Seth accused in a loud voice. He felt his anger level rising like a geyser on Nkklon.
"Seth, these are just standard regulations for newcomers. I'm afraid you will have to stay in those binders for the duration of thi--" Warren was cut in mid-sentence by Seth's cry of rage.
<font size=5>"DECEITFUL JEDI!"<font size=2> In an earlier stage of his life, Seth would have recognized this as standard regulations. Right now, his "inner geyser" had erupted, and unleashed all of his anger. His eyes glowed a bright orange as he broke the binding cuffs with a strong tug. Seth brought his hand back, and swept it through the air. A powerful Force wave rushed forward and knocked everyone over. Darkserpent gave Warren a look of pure hatred, and spun on his heel. Faster then he had ever run, the Dark Jedi fled into the jungle opening at the edge of their landing pad. Using the Force to strengthen his leg muscles, he progressed on. Seth did not know where he was going, but at that point he did not care.
The Dark Jedi felt the presence of Light closer then ever now. His growing fatigue prevented him from actually pin pointing the exact location of this Light power. Using the last droplet of anger that remained in his blood, he raised the stick over his head and dove it into the soil. Seth winced at the toll it had taken on his weak arms, and retired to a fallen log.
"Traitorous Jedi. I should have never come here..." Seth spat out in basic. His language varied from mixed basic to another language that most would be unfamiliar with. It was fast paced like the Sullustan language. Suddenly he stopped, and held up a hand in dead silence. Seth heard something, but he could not be sure of what exactly. As he waited in silence, he felt nothing. The Dark Jedi pounded his fist into the branch. He was definite that he'd heard something, or perhaps he had felt something.
Seth rose off the branch, as slow as a Hutt, and took a step forward. Something stirred in his mind, again. Defensively, Seth raised a fist up meekly. It fell back down, but he forced himself to raise it up again.
"Who is there? Reveal yoursssself!" Seth hissed slowly, and waited for a response, if any...