Vaine
Apr 16th, 2003, 08:52:45 PM
The night time sky of Corellia was clear, the stars were bright and a crisp, cool breeze blew through the courtyard of the Sith Order. A hulking figure lumbered through the moon-lit grounds that led the way to the palace. The man was loosely dressed in the garb of a Terra Kasi sensei, though his garments were torn and ragged. About his neck a string of large beads were strewn, though on the man they did not appear to be all that disproportionated. He was large, standing a good 2 meters in height and a frame that was a broad and muscular as a well-fed wookie. His facial expression was haggard, though it bore a sneer, his face scarred and mutilated by the many years of practicing the violent martial art he was so profiecent in. Slowly the man approached one of the main entrances to the Palace.
This must be the place... he thought to himself.
Raising his powerful right arm, he called forth the Force and with little physical effort, the doors flung open. The interior was magnificent, the treasures of untold kingdoms, strewn about in decadent splendor, it seemed power was not the only perk of being a Sith. As he gazed about he felt a chill surge through his body, truly living demi-gods were present in this place.
Catherine, William...noo...by the Force no....Why! You unholy bastards why!!!! Painful memories of loved ones slaughtered before his eyes, his dojo gutted by fire, everythiing he had worked so hard for, ripped from him in front of his very face. Many of the perpetrators had died for their actions, but others had escacped. But they would not evade him forever. The Jedi had done nothing, they had not stopped the men earlier when they had the chance. It was in their power and they did nothing... Emotions of sorrow and rage all at once rushed over him. No those bleeding hearts had done nothing to save his family and now everything that kept him sane, everything that he cherished and supported him as he dealt with the demons within him was gone. There was no longer a conscience for this man with a terrible gift and now there was nothing to stop him.
"I am Vaine Ashe, I seek the Sith..." He called out angrily, his fists clenched in rage...
This must be the place... he thought to himself.
Raising his powerful right arm, he called forth the Force and with little physical effort, the doors flung open. The interior was magnificent, the treasures of untold kingdoms, strewn about in decadent splendor, it seemed power was not the only perk of being a Sith. As he gazed about he felt a chill surge through his body, truly living demi-gods were present in this place.
Catherine, William...noo...by the Force no....Why! You unholy bastards why!!!! Painful memories of loved ones slaughtered before his eyes, his dojo gutted by fire, everythiing he had worked so hard for, ripped from him in front of his very face. Many of the perpetrators had died for their actions, but others had escacped. But they would not evade him forever. The Jedi had done nothing, they had not stopped the men earlier when they had the chance. It was in their power and they did nothing... Emotions of sorrow and rage all at once rushed over him. No those bleeding hearts had done nothing to save his family and now everything that kept him sane, everything that he cherished and supported him as he dealt with the demons within him was gone. There was no longer a conscience for this man with a terrible gift and now there was nothing to stop him.
"I am Vaine Ashe, I seek the Sith..." He called out angrily, his fists clenched in rage...