[ARC-S]A Vision, an Ancient Ally

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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.
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Korriban, Opposite side of the Planet from the Valley of the Sith Lords

A Darkened Tomb beneath the Soil.



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The stone shuddered as life began to return to the tomb. The Dark Side suffused all, every atom was permeated by the corrosive energy. The room was a massive hemisphere, a torch at each point of the room burst into a veritable brazier. At the center of the room a monolithic stone was hewn into the shape of a throne. Atop the throne was a figure, a massive droid, ten feet tall with a vaguely human appearance. Its fingers gripped the arms of the throne tightly, its body fused with the very stone it sat upon. Six red eyes glowed brightly, dimming and brightening as if with each breath. Cain felt, alive again, more alive than he had in decades. He had remained a simple beacon for so long he had forgotten what true consciousness was.



A pile of bones lay at his feet, the corpse of another victim. How long ago had this wretch been lured into his tomb, only to have his mind drained of every scrap of sith knowledge, left blank and comatose, and starved to death on the floor. How long had it been since he had felt a breeze? How long had it been since he had felt his lovers long forgotten touch? He cleared his mind, he was Cain now, Steward of Sith Wisdom, the guardian of the Dark Side, Cornerstone of the true Order. He had resigned himself to this fate when his body had failed him. If a truly worthy Sith Lord came, he would serve faithfully in that regard, teaching the new Lord all he knew.



There was one, no, two in the galaxy who were truly worthy. Only one, however, also had the ambition. Phyr was his name. That is what he had gleaned. He was a Zeltron, and had already begun to rebuild the order. The witch who had awakened him was certainly not worthy. She had not the power of the dark side to truly assume the title. She was a traitor to her own. The Sith did not need her. The sith would thrive again under this new Dark Lord. Only if Cain could reach him. The first message was brief, and took a great deal of power. It had been quite some time since he had been so direct. Fortunately Phyr had been asleep. Now that he was awake it would take more effort. In a weeks time he would be at full strength, capable of rending a moon asunder.



He reached out again after a time, drawing on the energy of this place. Using the shapes and angles around him to amplify his powers. He reached out to Phyr. Dathomir. It had been such a long time. The ancient Dark Lord projected himself. He would assume a form easier to comprehend for the young Sith.



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Dathomir



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Cain allowed his projected image to materialize on the surface of Dathomir. He stood in a bedchamber, Phyr's. The walls were solid, curious, he wondered where the home had been erected. It had to be either freestanding or hidden. Either way, that wasn't his goal. He saw the current Dark Lord, leaning against the wall, sweat glistening on his brow. His message had gotten through. Cain's projection shifted in the air, he took the form of a ninteen year old boy. His hair was black and messy, his eyes yellow with taint but filled with an icy coldness that made even the bravest Jedi ill. A small smirk stretched across his lips. He illusioned himself a set of simple black robes, a sash and even a lightsaber. The likeness of Wake Olpierr, his old self.



Finally, after a moment, he spoke. "You are Phyr, Dark Lord of the Sith. I see my message has reached you. Are you so fragile as to stumble under the weight of a simple missive?" Cain demanded, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. </div>




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Rashos was still in thought when his mind tingled. There was a disturbance in the Force, and it felt familiar. He looked up, and was surprised at what he saw. The entity felt the same, but he didn't see a droid, he saw a young boy. His eyes cold, but just barely showing signs of the Darkside. Perhaps this was the being before it was a droid. Rashos had already decided what he'd do. He may not like feeling puppet, but he couldn't deny the promise of power. The chance to learn all the Darkside holds was to great a temptation. He would find this Chiss, and the artifact he possessed.



Now he was thinking of the steps he needed. Planning, that was key. If this man held a Sith holocron, he was likely powerful in some way. Wealth, politics, the Force, he could've had any of these. First, he needed a name. With a name, he could find out more, and plan accordingly.



Finally, the being spoke to him. His young voice demanding. Phyr resisted the urge to get angry. He had a temper, obviously, but there were important things in the balance here. "I merely had my eyes opened to the depths of the Darkside's power." he answered, his voice calm. "You sought me, enough to invade my dreams, and my home. You found what the Galaxy could not. I received your missive, but I ask why. What do you seek to gain from all of this?" he asked. </div>




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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.
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The Apparition of Cain smiled darkly and strode forward, passing through Phyr and making his way toward the exit of the room. He seemed to evaporate into a cloudy mist as the illusory body struck Phyr before resassembling himself. He turned his head and looked Phyr over. "You understand so little about the Sith, boy. Our Legacy of Sacrifice is what brings me to you. I serve a greater purpose than simply self satisfaction. My destiny is to serve the Sith Order, and in doing so save it from annihilation. It would appear the force has a plan for you, Darth Phyr, or the course of events would not have occurred that resulted in my awakening." This was his purpose, this was what he had existed for two hundred years to do.



The Ancient Dark Lord bowed his head, compared to other force entities, he was young, but what he lacked in age he made up for in the accumulation of information he had acquired. He had found enlightenment within the Dark Side, had seen the Sith's legacy of sacrifice first hand, had come to understand the necessity. Darth Bane's rule of two was only the beginning. It set the precedent from which Cain would unveil his masterwork. The Legacy of Sacrifice would forever empower the Sith. The Dark Lords cryptic mind reached out, it touched the force users near by. Phyr had already begun to acquire students. Two showed exceptional promise.



"I will be plain, my purpose in this act is not to dominate, but to instruct. Yet, without my holocron I cannot hope to enlighten you. My holocron serves as a memnomic aid so that no foolish adventurer could acquire my secrets whilst I slumbered. A key, if you will. He hoped the dilemma was clear. He could advise, but the great library was locked away deep within his own psyche. Without the holocron, even he would not have access to it. With it though, he could train the greatest Dark Lord the galaxy has ever seen. Even the Dread Lord Sidious would pale in comparison to Phyr's might.



Phyr had power, knowledge, he was taught the ways of the sith, but what set him apart from the others that existed in the galaxy, was raw potential and drive. His drive drew Cain to him. It made him strong, and gave him wisdom. "I see you already have students. I sense two above the other acolytes in your charge." One had awesome power, but was prideful, and would take great pains to learn. The other was untrained, but his potential was exhilarating. Cain was pleased that such quality still existed.



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Darth Phyr frowned at Cain's accusation. "I may not know as much as an ancient Spirit, but don't claim to know my mind or its contents. My life has been spent, dedicated to the Darkside. To unearthing its greatest secrets. Such practices don't come without learning about my Order's legacy." He spoke to truth too. While not as well versed as an actual Loremaster, the Dark Lord knew a great deal of the Sith, both recent and ancient. From Sidious, to Bane. Revan to Ragnos. Freedon Nadd, Ludo Kreesh, Naga Sadow, and the other paragons of the Darkside. Some of their teachings, scraps of their history gleaned from degrading tomes and torn scrolls.



"And what events are those, Spirit?" he asked once it had reappeared. The being paused, as though lost in its thoughts. Phyr wondered for a moment just how great a strain it was for it to be here, now. Force Ghosts were rare, most of the those known for such a feat had long since been destroyed or laid to rest. He didn't recognize this one, but couldn't help but feel a tinge of honor despite his indignation of being talked down to. The Spirit spoke of his purpose, and Rashos, for the first time, couldn't tell if the being was being honest or not. He assumed this was because he wasn't in the presence of its physical mind, simply speaking to a projection of the Force. This made him wary, for the first time Darth Phyr would have to follow his instinct when dealing with another sentient. He didn't like that.



"Your purpose is admirable, if its honest. But you'll forgive me if I dont take your word for it. You are Sith, our legacy is built upon deceit, the quest to always achieve higher levels, and beat the inescapable vise of death. Say I help you, I find your holocron, the key to your knowledge, what stops you from trying to usurp me? I will not be a puppet." Despite his probing questions, the Dark Lord was intrigued by the offer. Such knowledge, to think he could truly possess it, and master it. Despite his reservations, he already knew he would take this leap of faith. His own desires, and the preservation of his Order, demanded it.



He nodded to the apparition. Yes, under me the Order has began to rebuild. Two students, you must mean Sortis and Braxus. They have great potential, but much to learn. The Anzat, my current apprentice, thinks highly of himself. His natural abilities give him an edge, and he thinks it is all he needs. Sortis is haunted by his past, but that will make him strong in time. His natural adherence to the Darkside, despite knowing only its base philosophies, is impressive as well. I'm sure both will vie for my favor, and I look forward to seeing the victor." He actaully smiled that time. He knew he had two students who had great potential to be Sith, if they didn't kill each other. The looked back at the Spirit, awaiting it to answer his questions. </div>




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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.
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Cain's apparition smiled ruefully as Phyr defended himself. He raised an eyebrow and rested his hand on his illusory lightsaber, a casual pose. He had pride, and self assurance. There was not a doubt in Cain's mind. He could be taught, not only that, he could be made into something truly great. The venerable Sith would happily teach the burgeoning Dark Lord, all that he needed was the key. As Phyr pressed on the events surrounding Cain's awakening, Phyr frowned, he wondered how much he should reveal to the young Sith. How much he should keep in the shadow, it would be a good test of his strength if he went in blind. Yet it was not his duty to test Phyr until after the holocron was retrieved.



Cain nodded, "I will tell you. The current owner of my holocron is Cralo Golsys. He is a Chiss, and belongs to the Empire. He is fanatically loyal and exceptionally powerful in the force. Yet his single-mindedness and lack of ambition made him unworthy of my teachings. He was, at the time of my awakening, engaged in combat with a Woman with Sith training. I know nothing of her, her contact with my holocron was brief, only long enough to trigger my awakening." Cain said blandly, as if he were describing the weather, or the paint on a wall. The next accusation brought nothing less than laughter to Cain. Deceit?



He smiled, with an almost fatherly smile. "What kept your master from turning you into a puppet? You had to be taught, he sacrificed his time to train a successor. And so I will be your teacher, and create of you a greater Sith Master than I was in my lifetime." he mused quietly for a moment, and then said, his voice layered with the purpose and power of the dark side. "After all, young Phyr, I have attained such power so that the chains that bound me to need deceit are broken. The force has freed me."



He turned toward the exit, beconing the Dark Lord to lead him, he had not been on this world in some time, and was interested to see how it looked. Had it changed at all? "Your students have great potential, their hate will make them strong. In time, I will allow you to use my power to augment their training. I will become nothing more than a teaching tool. Such is my fate." Cain said a resigned smile on his face. He willingly took this burden, these shackles were ones he made for himself. It was his sacrifice for the Order, his Legacy. He embraced it, knowing that his power would be passed down, his story, and it would be used to achieve true Sith Dominion.



"I have some knowledge I can impart to you now. Though I cannot yet impart to you the force knowledge I possess, there may be other things you wish to know. I am at your disposal until I must return to my tomb." </div>




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Phyr looked at the apparition as it watched him, studied him. It was frustrating for the Dark Lord, to be unable to read this being. To have no idea what another is feeling, or thinking. He felt like an acolyte all over again. No, worse than an acolyte. Even then, he could always atleast knew the emotions of others. He was a Zeltron after all. This... 'going in blind' so to speak, was awful. He was eager to find the source of the entity. When he found whatever shell it chose to reside in, then he would know its intentions. Then he would know how to truly handle this odd turn of destiny.



He listened intently, absorbing every detail about this 'Cralo'. Despite the bland description, the Dark Lord knew that this spirit was more interested in this than he let on. He didn't need his Empathy to tell him that. Cain knew this Empire brat wasn't worthy of his teachings, and despite the speech on how brief the contact was, he had to have sensed something about this woman too. He did, after all, choose Phyr over her. Another Sith... One strong enough to wake a Spirit no less... He had to find this woman now, and measure her worth first hand. Let him keep his secrets for now. Phyr would know all soon enough.



The fatherly smile was almost an insult. Phyr had long ago forgone any familial ties, seeing their weakness. Still, he smirked. "My Master was a fool. He tried to make me his puppet, he didn't want a successor, but a tool. Someone to do what he couldn't, while he reaped all the rewards. He underestimated my growth though, and paid the price when he finally perceived me as a threat." He listened to what the spirit said about training him again. The aspect of calling another Master, was almost ludicrous. But this wasn't a normal Sith. This being had power, ancient power. Power Phyr had spent his life searching for. He wouldn't go in blindly, but he had to take a risk. Had to trust this man's intentions. For now.



As the Spirit beckoned Phyr to walk the planet, he wondered if he should indulge. Phyr had to remain in power, but if he dictated every modicum control, he was likely to provoke its ire. He grabbed a nearby robe, it was quicker than a bodysuit, and led the spirit out of his home. Dathomir, unlike most planets today, rarely changed. Villages may move as clans of Witches and Sisters need to, but the land, the jungles and plains, they don't change. The camp of the Sith was silent. Most slept, some meditated. He wondered how none had sensed the Spirit appear. Most were young, true, but it was a little disappointing that the actual Lords remained asleep. Then again, it was possible the Sith ghost had kept himself contained, only allowing the Dark Lord to be aware of him. Unlikely, but possible.



He led the ghost out of his camp. Skeptical of the Ghosts resolution to self-sacrifice. "Your offer is intriguing, Sith. But in my time, something thats too good to be true often is. You dangle power in my face, then the resurrection of my Order. You say you've broken your chains, don't need to deceive me. But that is still the very core of our Order. The weak survive to serve the strong. Deceit, subterfuge, these are our tools. Our greatest weapons. You are strong, clearly, why should I believe even for a moment you wish to serve. To give yourself to me and my Order, asking nothing in return. It's not our way." Part of Phyr wanted to believe this man, but he couldn't feel him. Being unreadable, made him a threat to the Dark Lord, and he'd need some sort of act of good faith to even begin to trust the ancient Lord.



He thought for a moment. "What sort of things do you know that you could impart to me?" he finally asked as they traversed the dense jungles of Dathomir. </div>




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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>
 
Cain looked up to the sky, he could almost feel the glow of the stars, almost smell the marsh, almost touch the leaves as he passed through them, like a ghost. He was a ghost. Nothing more. He felt the forces of darkness around him once again. This was Dathomir. "I died here. Phyr." Cain said suddenly, after walking for some time. "I died in the arms of the woman I had taken as my student, and my lover. My own droid, who had served me faithfully had betrayed me, caught me off guard, and destroyed my spine." He regarded the jungle, reaching out to touch it. Deception, deception was indeed one of the cornerstones of the order. It granted strength and control of others. He turned once and regarded Phyr quietly.



"In ancient times, there was a Sith who ruled an entire world. He did not rule in the shadows, yet he gave himself fully to the dark side. He ruled openly, and his people adored him. The weak still served him and the strong rose to fight at his whim. When he had aged, Jealousy, greed, and deception brought him down. His own heir slew him in cold blood, and shortly after, his kingdom fell into ruin. How did he rule? He had attained such power in his life that he had dispensed almost entirely with deception, instead, he found a far more potent tool. Loyalty. His passion, his fire, his rage, his purpose, his power, his authority, his stature. It inspired his followers. They slaved every day knowing that on their backs a mighty empire would one day rise. He gave them certainty, direction. .. This is the Parable of Darth Outis the Passionate." Cain regaled, he wondered if Phyr would take what was intended from this first lesson.



Cain turned and continued walking, to allow Phyr to absorb the tale. Cain mused quietly. There was something he wanted, one thing he wanted, but could never have. It came with the body he now had, a curse. He wanted, more than anything, to feel air again, warmth, cold, pain. He felt nothing. Instead his darkness was passion, vigor, ruthlessness, hate for an unworthy galaxy and an endless lust for knowledge. Yet, it was not as simple as acquiring a living body to inhabit. His spirit was so far bound to his new shell, he would need one with the blood of his old body to return. Which of course, was unlikely as his wife and unborn child died in the backlash of the ritual that gave him new life.



What was worse, and he knew it, was that eventually his mind would fade, it may take centuries. One day, however, he would be nothing more than a living holocron. He would make use of what time he had as a free thinking being. He would use it to ensure that the sith order would not fade away. That was his duty, and his curse. He accepted his fate, but he did not take any modicum of joy from it. In fact, he loathed his existence, it was one thing that gave him more strength. Phyr was a fool if he thought Cain acted out of sheer benevolence. No, this was his Sacrifice, his Grim Duty, pride, hate, lust and passion fueled his decision.



"The mother of your student yet lives." He said abruptly, turning to him. </div>




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Rashos kept his eyes on the apparition. Even without his empathy, he could almost feel the being's despair. He longed to feel the grass beneath his feet, to smell the jungle air. For a moment, Phyr almost felt sorry for the ghost, but it quickly passed. The being was a tool. A means to an end. Nothing more. Finally, after some time, it addressed him. So, Dathomir was your body's tomb... But clearly you dwell elsewhere. thought the Dark Lord as the spirit spoke. Love, of course it was love that did him in. Oh sure the Droid may have dealt the killing blow, but his love distracted him. He should've been able to stop a mere machine.



The Zeltron was glad of his upbringing. The monogamous 'love' that so many sentients felt was a lost concept on him, a quaint but dull practice. Zeltron society, coupled with Sith training, only accented this feeling. The being's death was as tragic as it was pathetic, though the Dark Lord hid his contempt. Instead he listened to the parable being told to him. Clearly, Phyr was supposed to glean some hidden truth to the spirit's words.



Darth Outis, Phyr hadn't heard of this one. But his tale was an interesting one. Outis had, according to the story, shed the chain of deception, and led a fruitful reign without fear as a tool. Loyalty, a rare concept in the Sith. It was a fools notion in the Order, hatred and fear were far more powerful tools to those who use the Darkside. Yet... There was something to the specter's words. The Dark Lord could inspire others, but such was a temporary manipulation. This Outis had the true adoration of his subjects. But, look where it got him. A swift death, and a broken kingdom. Vigilance. Constant vigilance was required. The weak serve the strong, but when the strong turn weak, he who once craved power will depose the Lord. Such was the Sith way.



"Your Parable is an intriguing one. It suggests that, despite what so many Lords believe, that true loyalty and adoration are more potent than deception and fear. This Outis went against the nature of the Darkside. He chose to trust his subjects as they trusted him, and paid the price. He broke a chain, only to forge another." He thought for a moment, and Empire like Outis's would be... convenient to say the least. To be able to rely on your subjects, to know they fight for you, not fear of your ire, was a tantalizing dream. But it was just a dream. "A shame that loyalty and trust are so fragile, so easily turned against you. If one could balance such a tool, to ensure loyalty without fear, yet vigilant of an unworthy successor, they would be able to create something powerful indeed."



While his instincts, his years of Sith philosophy, told him to scoff at such an idea, he was giving it more thought than he let on. Phyr was not most Sith. His insight to the minds and intentions of others was stronger from his natural abilities. Maybe... just maybe such a design could work. He would have to think on it more, it would take a lot of planning, that much was certain.



He walked on, thinking of what the spirit was trying to convey to him, and how it could work. The moment a Sith let his guard down, he was stuck down and replaced, and yet this Outis managed to lead many, and they did so gladly, until his heir ascended to the throne. Outis had part of the answer, but he grew to complacent. Just as Phyr's own master had. It was the trap many Lords fell into. One Phyr told himself he never would. He had no delusions of immortality, atleast not yet, but he would ensure his Order would survive without him, before daring to consider death an acceptable outcome.



The Spirit interrupted his thoughts, and Phyr realized they had walked quite far into the jungle. Had the spirit been deep in thought as well? He wondered what the apparition was thinking of. Phyr faced him, a quizzical look in his eyes. "I have many students, several whos mothers gladly gave them up to me. You will have to be more specific." Phyr though it was an odd statement. It was random, and the Dark Lord wondered why he should care if one of his 'outsider' Sith's mommy still drew breath. All had severed ties by joining him, had they not they wouldn't be where they are now. There was only one who's mother may prove troublesome, but Sortis hadn't been lying when-



"Sortis was wrong." The knowledge dawned on fear as he thought it out. The boy was young, it would've been easy for a Jedi to be near death, and yet live. Keitus, shocked at what happened, and fresh to the Force, could easily have mistaken the situation. "The Jedi escaped death. Fair enough, but why tell me this? Even a Miralukan's eyes couldn't pierce the veil of Darkness on Dathomir." He was certain the mother would look for the son. But she had no idea where he no resided, and the Darkside was known to cloud the Jedis' vision as it grew in strength. </div>




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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.
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Cain smiled, Phyr understood more than he realized. That was indeed the answer. A Sith who sought balance between Deception and Adoration. Who was loved and adored by his people, but feared and respected by his closest minions. Respect, power, passion, fervor. Phyrs minions would respect and admire his hate, his passion his power, all that Phyr had would inspire his minions. Inspire them to one day usurp him. Yet he would choose one of those ambitious ones as his heir, he would teach them his secrets, bestow upon them the knowledge required to rule his new order. Those sith without ambition, who found comfort in living a long life would serve him in another way. They would be the masters of his order. A mockery of the Jedi. Cain almost laughed to himself. Yet there, would be the beginning of a new Sith Dynasty. One that would rival the Sith Empires of old. He saw the potential in this Zeltron to bring all of this to fruition. He felt it.



"Outis was a fool for ignoring the dangers around him, he thought himself beyond treachery, that was his downfall. Yet his style of ruling was effective. Just as a true Sith Lord is Master of his anger, master of his emotions and wields them as his weapons, so should you, Dark Lord, Master Deception until it becomes Truth." the cryptic words would be enough to spark thought within the new Dark Lord's mind. That would be enough for now. More pressing matters needed to be addressed.



"I feel her searching for him, she is Strong with the force, she felt him not to long ago, which has brought fervor to her search." he paused, and turned to Phyr. "As my powers begin to reawaken from long sleep, I latch onto minds across the galaxy, learning, seeing..." He was not omniscient, far from it, there were only so many minds he could touch at a time, and so much before he started to harm his victim, he had to resist the urge, a strange force related malady of the mind spreading across the galaxy? Too much attention. Thats when he felt it, that dark presence that rivaled Phyrs, no ambition, but power, he also felt, a white hot light, one of purpose and grim determination.



"I sense... a Sith, a potential ally... strong in the force, the Jedi have found him... They send not a negotiator, but an executioner, strange..." Cain mused this for a moment, killing intent was certainly there, yet dark emotions were... there were none, righteousness, valor, grim determination, it made him nauseous. His mind reached out, attempting to identify. "Yes... It is the boys mother." He turned and smiled at Phyr, cruelty befitting a Sith spread across his face. His eyes were yellow and bright, the image was scarred by six, red lines scraping their way across his face, three rows, they looked like eyes. Finally he let a bit of his power flow out, he bore himself to the galaxy, a fatal wound in the force, for a brief instant. He would let his Darkness cloud the vision of the Jedi, conceal the movements of the New Sith.



"What will you do, Phyr? You could test the boy, send him to retrieve the other, perhaps the mother will see the son, and be shattered by her sons fall to darkness. You could go yourself, and confront the Jedi's Executioner." there were other ways to handle it, he was sure, or Phyr could even ignore the strange Sith's plight. "Show me the wisdom of the Dark Lord of the Sith." Cain prodded. </div>




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Phyr didn't need his Empathy to know that his answer pleased the Spirit. The Dark Lord listened as the apparition spoke of Outis's foolishness. Phyr knew the truth. Noone was above treachery, any Sith who dared to delude himself of that truth was as good as dead. Still, the Dark Lord's mind was filled with a vision. Of an Empire, one where men both revered and feared him. Where they willingly laid down their lives for him and his people. Could it really be done? Was there a perfect balance? Of course there was.



Many had tried, most had failed, but Phyr knew he could make it a reality. He would become a true master of Dun Moch, of Deception. He smiled, the smile of one who has begun to see true enlightenment. "Yes... When layer is put upon layer... When all is a facade, their truth will be what I make it." These words were his promise to the spirit. Like a chess master, the Dark Lord would set the stage. Battles would be fought, of the body and mind, some would be won, some lost, but all would serve him. Furthering his goals. The Sith would thrive and grow, a true phoenix rising from its ashes. Even if he would not be at its head, another would. His true heir, one worthy of inheriting his grand plan. This was his vow to the apparition, and to his Order.



The spirit was clearly done with the lesson, as his next words were of the boy's mother. Of course she was powerful, she was a Jedi Master after all. Still, if she was searching for Keitus, it could prove troublesome. The Darkside clouded the Jedi's perceptions in the past, he could only hope it would save them now. The boy's turning would strike a hard blow to the Jedi, and it was something he would use to his advantage, but he needed her to think him lost, and he needed to believe her dead. For now. "She will find him one day, and his new life will crush her spirit. Until then, the Darkside will conceal him even from her eyes..."



He listened to the spirit talk about his reawakening, again fascinated by the power the Darkside granted him. Power he would one day have. The spirit's pause, the glazed over eyes, told him that his mind was elsewhere, the endless depths of the Galaxy. Phyr again cursed his inability to read the being, and again longed to find its source. But there were more important matters to think about. His eyes widened when the spirit spoke next. The boy's mother... and executioner. A Jedi Shadow it seems, interesting. Very interesting. Then there was this other Sith. A potential ally, he wondered who, and what, this being was. He would find out.



The spirit began to change, which shook Phyr from his inner thoughts. The being's expression was full of cruelty, as scars resembling the eyes of the droid body marred his face. Any other man would've felt intimidated. The Spirit spoke, gave him two options, and was testing him. He wanted to know what the Dark Lord would do. Go and save this Sith, or send another. Rashos knew to little to act though. He knew a Sith existed, though not where. He knew it was a being of power, but of how much? Was this person a threat? And the Jedi, was she alone, or part of a squad... There are a myriad of questions, and not near enough answers.



He furrowed his brow. Sortis was too young, to untrained. He had mercenary training, true, but he was no match for a Jedi Master, especially the boys own mother. Even with the awesome might of the Spirit's power, the wound of pure darkness over coming the senses of the Masters', he doubted the boy would escape his mother's notice so nearby. No... That was not the answer. Neither could he go himself. The Dark Lord of the Sith would blow years of hiding and rebuilding, and if he went as Marruc Jahn... He'd lose any Republic contacts, and nearly all credibility as a business man. Much as he wanted to go see the Sith, and the Jedi, himself, this would need to wait.



No, there was only one that could do this. His apprentice, Braxus. The Anzat was the best choice, a master of stealth, a natural assassin. Undetectable through the Force, and he had a decent grasp of the Force himself. It would also be a good test for the man. "Follow me, unseen." were his only words to the spirit. They were a test in their own way, to see how the ancient entity would react to being ordered. Turning his back on the spirit, he made his way back to the Sith encampment. As they walked, he explained his thoughts on the Spirit's suggestions. Their flaws, and why he couldn't use them. "Tell me, ancient one, what do you know of the Anzati?" he asked once he finished explaining. He wouldn't tell the Sith his plan right away, but this was a suitable hint, to see how much insight it could glean from the Dark Lord's mind. </div>




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Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
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Cain smiled, bemused. He tilted his head to the left, the horrific marks on his visage still remaining. His power was returning. Steadily he was drawing the dark side to him, soon, with his holocron, he would be complete and he would have his great power at his disposal once more. As for Darth Phyr, Cain was most pleased, the young Dark Lord had such intuition and skill for learning. His mind grasped onto abstract concepts and bent them to his will. He had such potential, he was almost honored to have the opportunity to help shape him. And shape him he would, into a entity not unlike himself, as Cain was Lord of the Mind, Phyr would one day be worthy of his own title, one Cain already envisioned. Phyr would be the Lord of Lies, and his web would spread across the galaxy, bending reality as he saw fit. Truth would be what he made it. "So begins the New Sith Order..." Cain mused darkly.



Cain smiled, his face twisted and cruel, his teeth turning into fangs. The Lord of the Mind addressed his 'pupil' "I will cloud the sight of the Jedi, for now, you must find a way to stay on the move. She will search obsessively for her son, now that she knows he is alive, he could lead her to you... and you are not ready for the combined might of the Jedi..." He warned holding up an eerily long finger. Was this how the force chose to depict the Lord of the Mind? Was this a representation of his soul? Warped and dark, filled with malice and hatred. Yet his eyes remained cold, cool, focused. Like durasteel.



Young Phyr wracked his mind, Cain could feel it, he assessed every option. It was too dangerous to do as Cain suggested. Nor would it be safe to go on his own. What would Phyr do? Would he blindly obey the Lord of the Mind? Appease is new benefactor? Or would he... ah yes... Wisdom, this is wisdom Cain felt. An apprentice would accept his teachers advice, Phyr was not Cain's apprentice, Cain would serve only as a mentor and informant, Phyr knew this, he was the Dark Lord of the Sith, he bowed to no man, not even an ancient Dark Lord. Cain was pleased, he relaxed, his visage returning to that of the handsome nineteen year old boy.



Ah, now he tested Cain. Phyr was the Dark Lord, Cain was naught but the Steward now. He had been replaced and he had to accept the new Dark Lords authority, regardless of who was more powerful. That was the way it would work between them. Cain inclined his head "I am now unseen to your students, My Dark Lord... I will walk at your side." Cain said humbly, bowing and looking up at Phyr. Cain paused as Phyr brought up the Anzati, he'd heard of them, no matter. He reached out into the galaxy, grasping on tightly to a mind on Coruscant. He felt the mind resist, terrified, he clamped down, drawing in on its fear and pain, drinking it like an elixir. Cain closed his eyes.



The young man was a student, he had come to the Republic's Grand Library to study. He ordered the mind to obey, to look up the species known as the Anzati. "You will be spared if you submit." he hissed across space and time. The young mind cowered in his presence, and obeyed. Ah... there it is... the knowledge he sought. It was so much easier to acquire information when he was awake, his sleeping state could do it automatically but required his victim to be close by. Now that he was conscious, he could devour knowledge at his leisure. This level of control required far more focus. He opened his eyes.



"Yes... the Anzat, I had met one before in my life. It seems they had been researched far more thoroughly since my passing. Force sensitve by nature, they consume the life force of others. They are... natural predators and employ stealth so... beautifully..." he mused, processing the information. It took time for it to pass from his victim to his mind on Korriban and out to Dathomir. However he saw the wisdom in Phyr's decision. "You will send your elder apprentice, to test his power and to employ his skills to acquire this new Ally. His abilities already make it difficult for those powerful in the force to see him. Yet you already take advantage of your climate, you know my powers further cloud the vision of the Jedi. You impress me, test my abilities, test your apprentice, acquire an ally and maintain our solitude all with one movement..."



Cain smiled, this time not as a father or with the cruelty of the dark side. He smiled as an approving teacher and friend. "I am most pleased Darth Phyr, you are more than worthy of my teachings." He whispered, striding quietly with Phyr. He would provide his army of unwilling spies and his knowledge of the Dark Side. Cain had no material powers left... or did he? What of his estate? He was never ousted as a Dark Lord, two hundred years of interest on the galactic market... he mused quietly as they walked.



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Again, Phyr's answer visibly pleased the sinister visage of the apparition. He again wondered what the being was thinking, feeling. One day, he'd know the being fully. He longed for the day when he saw whatever shell the entity of darkness resided in. All in good time... Once he had the holocron in his possession. Cralo... the name and face never left his mind. Even as he plotted to rescue the Sith Lord, he also planned on finding this boy. An Imperial zealot, he was certain he could find out anything he needed to know with the right contacts. He already thought of five names to contact once his business with the spirit was done.



The entity spoke, and Rashos smiled in response. A cold, determined smile. Then it spoke of the Jedi, a warning of their might. Phyr had already thought of this. If the Jedi Shadow was looking for her son, and she managed to see through the Spirits shadow, it could spell the Siths' doom. Phyr knew they couldn't live on Dathomir forever, no the would have to spread again. Reclaim their worlds, and conquer others. He just thought he'd have more time. Years to rebuild, and when their power and resources were ideal, head for the forgotten worlds, such as Ziost. This complicated things greatly.



The Darkside clouded the Jedi's senses, Palpatine hid in plain sight with its aide. However, a determine Jedi, a Miralukan no less, fueled by her love of her child would be able to commit wonders. He almost found it ironic. Her love, her passion, the very thing Jedi proclaim against, the very base of what the Darkside is, would allow her to pierce the veil eventually. The ironic hypocrisy would've been amusing if it didn't bode so ill for the Sith. Phyr needed to plan, to find away to continue their secret existence, yet not dwell long enough to allow discovery. A difficult conundrum, but he would solve it none the less. He had to.



He didn't voice these thoughts to the Spirit. Though he was sure it could offer some wisdom on the matter, the Dark Lord couldn't expect it to hold his hand. No, this was something he would solve on his own. Phyr looked over at his new mentor, curious if he would comply, or refuse. So far, the Spirit had been nothing but helpful, supposedly seeking nothing more than to help him bring the Order back to its former glory. They held no power of each other, yet, and the being was powerful. Phyr had a physical body, but what it lacked in the physical world, it made up in the metaphysical. The mind was its weapon, and it wielded it flawlessly.



Despite the spirits power, power that could perhaps overwhelm Phyr if the Dark Lord were to let his guard down, he succumbed. Phyr held back a smile, never betraying his emotions. So the being, despite its power, willingly bowed to the Dark Lord, his appearance returning to the young man he once was. Of course, it could be a ploy, an attempt to make the Dark Lord believe he was in control, but be it a game or reality, Phyr would ensure he had complete control. At the end of it all, even this one wouldn't be above Phyr's deception. Just another strand in the web.



As they neared the camp, Phyr could almost feel the spirit grow distant. He still walked with the Dark Lord, but his eyes glazed over. Phyr wondered if he was searching his mind, or anothers, for more information of the race. His suspicions were confirmed when the Spirit next addressed him. Speaking of how they were better researched now then when he was young. Rashos was silently amazed. The being could gain new knowledge, while remaining in his tomb, AND remaining an apparition on the Sith's new homeworld. Phyr yearned for such power. Like the spirit, he would never cease learning. Unlike the spirit, he would not be chained by a body that couldn't move. Plans. Plans within plans. Phyr had much to think of, much to discover, and much to prepare for.



Death... He often thought of it as inevitable. That one day an apprentice would overtake him and rule his Order. Yet the spirit before him attested to the contrary. There were many who refused Death's embrace, but none did so flawlessly. The more he considered, the more he thought and planned, the more he became determined to escape death. Darth Phyr, the Lord of Deception, and Master of Death. These were his goals, what he aspired for. The spirit, the holocron, was the key. He was brimming with excitement. The fires of passion burned bright within him, and he longed to begin right away. But he had to be patient. If he became reckless, if every step wasn't perfectly planned and executed, it would only end in his death, and failure. He breathed, and focused his flaming excitement into a focused determination. He had time, plenty of time. For now, the task at hand.



The spirit was pleased, more and more, with the Dark Lord's wisdom. Its insight into his plan, and approval of killing several birds with one stone, elicited a smile from the Dark Lord. "Your words fill me with pride, ancient one. With your wisdom at my side, there will be no power to stop the Sith's rise." They were finally at the encampment now. The Dark Lord led the now hidden spirit to his Apprentice's tent. Until they were deemed full Sith, the trainees were forced to live in tents, instead of the huts akin to the Nightsister village like Phyr had.



Braxus was undetectable through the Force, but he couldn't hide his mind from the Dark Lord, this was the only reason he allowed the being to join his Order. He could hide from everyone, except the Zeltron's empathetic senses. But that stealth, that anonymity, was exactly what Phyr needed now.



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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.
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Cain was interested in the young apprentice to be sure. The Antazi fascinated him now that he had learned more. Their nigh immortality was something that he savored. It was a pity he hadn't known more about their kind. He wondered if he could aquire a sample. Perhaps even research a member of the species. That way he could unlock their secrets, and adapt them. He wanted to know more, far more, perhaps they held a secret to restoring his body. In any case, he wasn't going to acquire any of that information right away. He had more pressing information to gather. The location of that rogue sith for one thing, before they even bothered to send Phyrs apprentice.



He reached out into the galaxy, his eyes glazing over as they did when he pulled away from his apparition. He enjoyed keeping it present, though he really didn't have to. He could simply speak telepathically to Phyr, but he enjoyed being able to move on his own, even if he couldn't feel the sensation. Being present was a guilty pleasure. A guilty pleasure that he continued to enjoy as he felt his mind being drawn to a comet. Strange... there was quite a bit of life on this comet. He reached out and grasped onto a mind, it writhed under his grip as he forced it down and he looked through its eyes. There was a sign above his head. "Point Nadir..." Cain muttered quietly, just loud enough for Phyr to hear.



He reached out through the body, it was there, somewhere, elusive and paranoid. That dark presence that he had felt. He felt a presence of the light too, weaker than the Jedi approaching. That was how the jedi had found him out. He felt the mind trembling under him. He pushed further trying to figure out the entities identity. He felt the weakling shudder, and then, to Cains surprise the being he had latched onto winked out of the force. Cain cursed loudly through his apparition. "Weak, useless, wretched forceless creature!" he growled. He could still feel the being's death throes, the agony, the terror. He rose to his feet.



"Lord Phyr, your quarry is on the Comet Point Nadir. That is all I could glean unfortunately. The wretched filth that I had touched DIED before I could finish gathering information... worry not it will not be a problem." He said, his voice shaking with irritation. He wanted to kill something, to cause suffering, to destroy, to slaughter, to... he breathed, his body back on Korriban shifting under the weight of his irritation, the stone shuddering around him as he shifted.



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Braxus sat in the center of his own tent in the jungles of Dathomir, a bedroll at his side and a light situated close by, the Anzati's eyes shut. Braxus breathed deeply in and out as he gave himself over to the black will of the dark side. He reveled in the dark emotions that brewed within his mind with a dark voice from the void itself calling out to him and his body 'hunger..hunger...feed....hunger...' it played on his need for the precious soup, the lifeblood of other living beings, which were few and far between on Dathomir. Although none were currently around, even the most powerful of Dathomir's witches and nightbrothers could not avoid his powerful senses, he was able to feel the life essence of anyone and everyone who dared approach him.



His interests were peaked by the detection of a life essence, a powerful living being who was rapidly closing in on his position. The Anzati couldn't help but grin wickedly as it was making a beeline straight for him, he shifted his eyes open. Braxus pulled his hood over his dead and clenched his lightsaber in his hands, then he turned around and sat on his folded legs facing the central flap of the tent. As the Dark Lord neared closer Braxus exhaled deeply "Master I am rejuvinated at feeling your presence once more. What is thy bidding?" </div>




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Point Nadir... He had heard of it of course. A criminal hub orbiting a Sith world wasn't something that was going to escape his notice. He'd even heard the rumors of the terrible leader, who supposedly wielded a dark and horrific power. It would seem those rumors were true. A Sith Lord running a criminal organization, Phyr went from intrigued to determined. This Sith would join him, but first he had to save him.



He was awed by the apparition's control of the Darkside, for someone to cast their mind so far, and control minds... The depths of Darkness this being has touched were things he had only dreamed of. Cralo... The Chiss Imperial will be found. The key to the Steward's power was in his hands, and that power would be Phyr's. His very being yearned for it, craved it. The Darkside was his one obession, the Order's preservation his only concern. He lived for the Sith, and so had to ensure his dominance. The spirit was the key.



For now, however, he had other things to focus on. He looked to the being, he wasn't ready for others, even his apprentice, to know of their new ace in the hole. So though he spoke no words, his look was one of nonchalance. It didn't matter that some weak willed wretch died before they knew everything. They had a location, and that was enough. Braxus was a natural assassin, and would learn all he needed to to accomplish the task at hand. He nodded once, before addressing his apprentice.



The Anzat was hungry. As he trained in the Darkside, Phyr could feel that hunger grow. The need for 'soup' wasn't all consuming, but it was always on the Sith's mind. It was something Phyr monitored. If he couldn't keep his urges under control, then he would cease to be an asset. For now, however, they empowered him, and that served the Dark Lord. His apprentice fed on his mere presence, Phyr didn't even need to entice such a craving. This one was loyal and devote. A truly worthy apprentice, for now.



Stepping into the Anzat's tent, he nodded at his apprentice. "Good, feed off that feeling, use it to make you strong my Apprentice." After a moment he continued. "Rise Braxus, I have a task for you. A test of stealth, cunning and reconnaissance." He awaited a response. </div>




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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.
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The Dark Lord stared down at him with some purpose, otherwise he would not have come to his tent. The Dark Lord both envied him, and was cautious of him as he knew of who Braxus was and if he didn't remain one step ahead of the Anzat, he himself might fall prey to the ancient hunter. "Yes Master it fills me with vigor ready to serve." Braxus said as he rose to his feet, "What must I do?" </div>




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Phyr withheld a smile. The Anzat's cockiness was amusing. As of now, Braxus was one of the few who were of any remote challenge to his rule. However, his only strength was his mind. Its natural power to overcome its prey rivaled that of a well trained force user. Yet Phyr had won, had conquered that foe as he had all others. Braxus was not as good as a combatant or force user to even make Phyr wary. True, if Phyr became the cocky one, then he could likely be the creature's next meal, however the Dark Lord was too cautious to let theat happen. But let his Apprentice think himself a threat. It would be amusing to put the wretch in his place once more.



"Word has reached me of another potential ally. A Sith Lord even. He resides and rules a Shadow port orbiting Vjun. Point Nadir. I worry that he may be in danger, if so you are to rescue him and relay a message. The Sith live, and are based on Dathomir. Stealth is key, only the Sith Lord may know who you are, better still if he's the only one aware you exist. Failure is not an option. Understood?" </div>




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