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Anbira Hicchoru
Jan 31st, 2001, 08:25:53 PM
:: Anbira Hicchoru sat in brooding thought, as he did quite often. Once again, his thoughts drifted to his Eternal War. It was a war he had fought since childhood, and a war that would stay with him like a pestilence his entire life.

Anbira was not born. Anbira was created. Created by a civilization that embraced the Eternal War above all else. To stand atop the shoulders of giants, they spilt the blood of empires, taking for themselves the birthrights of others. Anbira was an instrument of the Eternal War, for he knew of little that existed aside from destruction.

It was an existence he utterly loathed. Nobody had seen as much indescribable carnage as he had in his thirty years of fighting. It was never his choice to begin with...and he would do anything to find that thing that the Jedi always spoke of...Peace.

However, the Jedi were naive. His false hope had driven himself to their order, in hopes of ending the war within himself. The Jedi offered teachings, platitudes, and parables...and nothing more. A wise lesson would not change the inexorable nature of the universe. A kind heart would not stop the War.

It was not a hasty decision to leave the Jedi. It was the hardest thing Anbira had to do. He had to turn his back on the only people he knew who could help him end the Eternal War. He wanted desperately to end his fight...but it would continue indefinitely.

Enemies of the past, and enemies of the present stood ready to threaten Anbira. As sick of the fight as he was, he dared not show it. Any sign of weakness would amplify his problems. Added to the list were his former brethren, the Jedi, who for lack of understanding now fought him.

And so Anbira fought. He was once again fighting with no end in sight, no goal to reach. He could look back on his life and know only one thing...War.

The epiphany came as Anbira tasted his own mortality. A life of conflict had taken its toll on him, and faced with coming to grips with his empty existence, Anbira could not bear such a thought.

In countless nights of fury and anger, at his enemies, at the universe, and at himself for being born...he could only hate what he was. A shell of a man who did nothing but bring war. However, as much as he longed to change it, the Peace the Jedi spoke of would not come to pass with acts of righteousness. No...the true goal, the true essence of Anbira's meaning of life was far more Draconian.

The only way he would ever find peace was to END War. He would destroy any man who brought war to another.

Anbira Hicchoru had become the cleansing fire, the Angel of Death. ::

Darth Rane
Jan 31st, 2001, 09:13:32 PM
From his multitude of studies and experiences, Darth Rane had found as many varied perceptions of power as there were lifeforms in the Galaxy. Many, if not all, involved the twisting of another's thought processes to suit your own ends. Indoctrination through either fear or respect was quite popular, from what Rane had seen.

But it took a truly gifted mind to see outside of those boundaries. After all, what hope could there be in dementing the mad? And where, exactly, did the intangible line between insanity and genius lay?

The Dark Jedi's eyes glowered with energy, coalescing between red-black shades and swirling with whorls of varying hues. So many things had shaped him, made him almost lose sight of the goals he had set before himself. He had vowed that no other being would ultimately control his fate, yet he had allowed his anger and rage to overtake him. They still yet clung to him as irreparable scars, lining every inch of the fragile remains of his body and mind. The trick was in chanelling it, controling it, and not letting it control him.

With a confident stride, Darth Rane walked forward to greet the unexpected "guest", his gaze steady with the other man's.

Jeseth Cloak
Jan 31st, 2001, 10:23:30 PM
Shadows wound their way up around Jeseth's legs as he approached this new "visitor." The tiny strands that seemed to bind the Dark Jedi to the ground came up and began to slowly coat his body, cutting off all signs of heat and light, tearing away from the tiny cracks in the stone walls and shattered floor.

Jeseth faded away into the darkness as he came upon where Darth Rane now made his way to the... What was he, anyway? A Dark Jedi? The presence was familiar enough, but perhaps his own judgement was clouded now. he could be feeling Rane's presence just as easily... or Delirion's?

A smile spread across his face, thinking that perhaps he wasn't making a mistake at all.

Anbira Hicchoru
Feb 1st, 2001, 01:23:37 AM
:: Anbira turned to face the two men approaching him, their approach breaking his train of thought. As Anbira turned, he crossed his arms very slowly, the polymer material of his bodyglove armor straining against the pressure of flexing muscle. ::

Delirion
Feb 1st, 2001, 02:59:54 AM
She did not know what she was looking for. Walking along the walls, her fingertips trailing over the coarse stone as was her habit, she listened to the faint but yet so familiar voices in which the old stones whispered to her. Her eyes closed, only the voices guiding her, they whispered of times past and present, of great evil and great beauty, and it was all so clear to her. Like a song only she could hear...

They sang of the times when Vader had still roamed these halls, and she could almost see it in her mind. Almost. They sang the low song in tragic tones of Brandl's death - the last Dark Jedi to live and die here before she had returned. They sang of her own return, her and her Dark Brothers, and they rejoiced.

Subtly, the song changed then, and another voice added itself to the others. Weak and trembling, it joined in, at first tentatively, almost in disharmony with the others, but as the song swelled, it took courage from it, until blending with the others in the final chorus. Jubilant, it was. Glorious, it felt.

Delirion's eyes opened slowly, and her silent passage had brought her to the Great Hall. Her raven-black eyes beheld the stranger within, and she knew then that the song had rejoyced because another had come.

She walked forth, to join her Dark Brothers in the task that lay before them.

Jeseth Cloak
Feb 1st, 2001, 08:07:11 PM
A silhoutte of where he once stood was all that now made itself visible to the Dark Jedi's eyes. Jeseth spoke softly, not giving away his position to whoever else might be watching.

"Welcome to our home, strange one."

Jeseth grinned and let the shadows melt away slowly, becoming more visible as he bowed.

Anbira Hicchoru
Feb 4th, 2001, 05:12:22 PM
:: Anbira turned to face an open window, gazing outward upon the black of the midnight sky. His face, cold as ever, was locked in a thoughtful sneer. ::

I have long forseen the necessity for me to embrace this path. For years, I have searched to find my destiny, and have followed lies. Now, the full path of my destiny lies before me...and I will take it. The time for half-measures in this Galaxy is over.

:: Anbira turns around ::

Jeseth Cloak
Feb 4th, 2001, 08:58:46 PM
You've found others who understand, my brother.