The night of Dathomir was a difficult one to get used to. The dense jungle was a host of annoying insect and fearsome predators. Phyr had grown quite use to the din of the jungle however, and could usually sleep fairly well. Tonight however, was different. Destiny had plans for the Dark Lord...
In fitful slumber, Phyr has a vision;
A towering metal being, encased in a throne made of stone sits silently in a darkened cavern. Upon its smooth, metallic head, six red eyes glow to life. They flash, dimming and darkening as if breathing, its presence is overwhelming, like a pure ocean of darkness. The entity, whatever it is, reaches out to Phyr, its powerful metallic voice ringing in his head. "DARK LORD OF THE SITH. I AM CAIN. YOU WILL RETRIEVE MY HOLOCRON, AND I WILL GRANT YOU POWER. OBEY." He bellows, his eyes flashing brightly. The image changes, a man, standing beneath an imperial flag. His eyes glow red, his skin is a deep blue. He carries, a lightsaber in one hand, and a pyramid shaped holocron in the other. The man looks up, his eyes narrowed with anger. "YOU WILL FIND HIM, YOU WILL TAKE IT FROM HIM." The voice demanded, "WE WILL SPEAK AGAIN." It warned as the vision ends.
He awoke suddenly in a cold sweat, his heart racing. He'd had visions in the past, but never one so vivid. Never as a message. His mind was running a million miles a minute, thoughts entering and leaving before he could hold on to one. Focus! You are Dark Lord! he berated himself. He took a cleansing breath. "Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion..." He recited the Sith code in a mantra, finally able to focus after a few minutes. First thing he had to accept: This wasn't a normal vision but a message. Some ancient, but immensely powerful being, not only exists, but felt and contacted him from a great distance.
Why? Power was never freely given, what did this entity want? The Chiss, he held a holocron. This must belong to whatever entity resides in the droid body, likely his own device. So, the entity didn't care for who held it now, and had somehow senses his own existence. But why him? What did it want? There were too many questions, and no where near enough answers for his liking. His ignorance at what was going on, plus his indignation at being ordered around like some servant, quickly boiled into a hot fury. He leaned on the wall of his home, stewing over the matter, deciding what the best course of action was...
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<div class='signature'> Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me. </div>
In fitful slumber, Phyr has a vision;
A towering metal being, encased in a throne made of stone sits silently in a darkened cavern. Upon its smooth, metallic head, six red eyes glow to life. They flash, dimming and darkening as if breathing, its presence is overwhelming, like a pure ocean of darkness. The entity, whatever it is, reaches out to Phyr, its powerful metallic voice ringing in his head. "DARK LORD OF THE SITH. I AM CAIN. YOU WILL RETRIEVE MY HOLOCRON, AND I WILL GRANT YOU POWER. OBEY." He bellows, his eyes flashing brightly. The image changes, a man, standing beneath an imperial flag. His eyes glow red, his skin is a deep blue. He carries, a lightsaber in one hand, and a pyramid shaped holocron in the other. The man looks up, his eyes narrowed with anger. "YOU WILL FIND HIM, YOU WILL TAKE IT FROM HIM." The voice demanded, "WE WILL SPEAK AGAIN." It warned as the vision ends.
He awoke suddenly in a cold sweat, his heart racing. He'd had visions in the past, but never one so vivid. Never as a message. His mind was running a million miles a minute, thoughts entering and leaving before he could hold on to one. Focus! You are Dark Lord! he berated himself. He took a cleansing breath. "Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion..." He recited the Sith code in a mantra, finally able to focus after a few minutes. First thing he had to accept: This wasn't a normal vision but a message. Some ancient, but immensely powerful being, not only exists, but felt and contacted him from a great distance.
Why? Power was never freely given, what did this entity want? The Chiss, he held a holocron. This must belong to whatever entity resides in the droid body, likely his own device. So, the entity didn't care for who held it now, and had somehow senses his own existence. But why him? What did it want? There were too many questions, and no where near enough answers for his liking. His ignorance at what was going on, plus his indignation at being ordered around like some servant, quickly boiled into a hot fury. He leaned on the wall of his home, stewing over the matter, deciding what the best course of action was...
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<div class='signature'> Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me. </div>