The Old Republic: Darth of the Ancestor (CrimsonVagabond)

[Angel]

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

War. The Galaxy is in turmoil, as the Republic fights tooth and nail with her mortal enemy, the evil Sith Empire. As the Republic's jedi protectors fight alongside her troops to defend planets, the Sith plot and scheme to take the galaxy under their thumb.

Worlds fall to the Sith conquerors, and the Korriban academy is flooded with force sensitive acolytes. In orbit, a grand Harrower Dreadnought approaches, carrying a member of the Dark Council.

The Darth, a human male named Lyciades, prepares himself to land, and to search for an apprentice of his own...

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The Ancestor, a grand dreadnought, and the flagship of a Dark Council member. Loaded with fighter squadrons, and crew ready to die for their master. It was what Darth Lyciades had dreamt of, since he had arrived at the academy down on the planet below. Walking through the corridors, he was shown respect by all he passed. Officers greeted him with a quick "My lord." as standard troops saluted. Even the bounty hunters on his payroll gave him a respectful nod.

The sith had an immense power network, his fingers wrapped firmly around the pulse of the empire, and beyond. It was this network that had informed him of some interesting new acolytes training on Korriban. He entered his personal shuttle, and began to take off, heading to the academy.

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Landing on the red, dusty planet, Lyciades stepped out, taking a look around behind his mask. He could feel the dark side flowing through the air. The ancient ruins pulsed with their history. It was a magnificent feeling to behold. Continuing to walk along, he entered the academy's grounds.

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(REFERENCE INFO:

Lyciades armor: http://tor-fashion.com/inquisitors-exalted/

Lightsaber: http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x...s/DSC04143.jpg

Lightsaber color: http://tor-fashion.com/derelict-purple-color-crystal/

Harrower Class Dreadnought: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Harro...ss_dreadnought

H4-10: http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb2..._droid_TOR.jpg

4-10's Pistols: http://tor-fashion.com/r-30017-aikion-blaster/

4-10's Sniper: http://tor-fashion.com/custom-built-sniper-rifle/

Chalap'and'oras: Chiss

Pandora's Armor: http://tor-fashion.com/agile-reconnaissance/ with this mask under hood, instead of the previous mask: http://tor-fashion.com/death-claw/

Pandora's Blaster Rifle: http://tor-fashion.com/h-206-renegade-blaster-rifle/

Pandora's Knife: http://www.swords24.eu/images/produc...hinbu_2915.jpg No markings, often slicked with posions or acids.

REMIND ME TO UPDATE THIS AS NEEDED.)

[CrimsonVagabond]

The courtyard was barren rock and sand, a fowl wind blew across it, kicking up dust devils that threw the reddish sand into the air or spit it up into the faces of the dueling recruits. There were twelve of them, knowing there was a chance for a new sith master the best of the academy's apprentices had done battle to earn the right to smash each other in the courtyard, and one recruit was making herself quite the spectacle.

She was young but tall, a Togrutan with dark reds and aqua colored tatoos that matched the natural coloring of her Headdress-like pair of horns. She wore armored boots with cruel spikes attached at the toe and heel, shock gloves with blades for knuckles, and little else, a leather wrapping kept her bosom in check, while her belt covered her front and back with a black and white silk sash that danced about her muscular legs as she stayed in constant motion.

Adept at the force she used only it and her own body as her weapon as she mercilessly pounded on her Twi'lek partner, she clearly had the match, but was going to great lengths to make her combatant suffer; cutting painful gouges with her blades, buffeting delicate bones with her boots.

As the smaller recruit fell, the Togrutan slammed her foot down on the girl's delicate lekku, the head tails all Twi'lek's had growing from their crowns. Most who fought the Twilek's hand to hand damaged the lekku by accident, since the Togrutan had them also, she did it out of cruelty...

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Approximate what my character is wearing: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/20...dd-d74heaw.jpg

What my character looks like (minus tatoos): http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/20...ko-d66hk47.jpg

[Angel]

"Hmm. You are filled with hatred, with cruelty." Lyciades's voice came from the entrance, as he approached. The academy guards saluted him as he passed, and an overseer came to his side.

"My lord, we didn't expect you so soon. The acolytes are currently fighting for their-" he began to explain, before a glance from the Darth silenced him.

"Overseer, lest you forget, I completed the trials myself. I do not need a refresher course." he said darkly, causing the overseer to cower away. The man returned his sight to the togruta. "An alien acolyte, strong in the force, and wielding her brutality. I suppose you need to. The Empire hates aliens, unless they prove themselves."

[CrimsonVagabond]

Mezelshu grinned savagely at the great Sith's words. She had heard of his influence and skill, but had been ill prepared for his presence in the force, a powerful wild thing held in check by a sharp coldness, like a smoldering piece of cold diamond absorbing the heat from a furnace. She kept her fear in check and instead allowed her rage and pride to rise to the surface.

She knew it was Darth Lyciades she dould have to impress, and quickly. Stepping off her victim she marched toward him, and kneeled bringing a fist to her chest in a show of respect. Her tone was confident though not humble, her voice low and melodious. "I have longed for the chance to prove myself My Lord. Too long have I trained here without a true challenge."

Her words were mostly bravado, but because of her race she had been attacked more often then many recruits, and had molded herself into a vengeful weapon.

[Angel]

A smirk appeared under the steel visage of the sith.

"You have power, yes. But you are uncontrolled, savage. To be a true sith, you must be molded." he said, looking her over. It was at this time that the near broken twi'lek attempted to strike the distracted togruta. A quick raise of his hand, and she was caught by the throat. A simple flick of his wrist, and she was smashed into the courtyard's wall, with great force. She was dead instantly.

"That is the power of a sith, child." he told the togruta. "Stand. You are my weapon, now. I shall forge you into a proper apprentice, a proper tool to strike fear into enemies who believe themselves safe."

[CrimsonVagabond]

The Twi'lek had controlled her presence and Mezelshu was ashamed that she hadn't had time to defend herself in front of her new master, but his mastery of the force was obvious and she longed to have that kind of power.

She fairly bristled as he called her savage, but swallowed his words by reassuring herself that one day she'd be strong enough to kill him for those words. Aloud she spoke as she stood aware of how jealous the other recruits must be, her Mezelshu, the alien had been chosen! "Your will is my bidding. My master."

[Angel]

"You will need proper armor, and a lightsaber. Your weapons may be powerful, but you will find that a lightsaber is far more useful." he said, and turned, walking toward the courtyard entrance. "All the needed materials are onboard my flagship. Come, child." he ordered, heading towards the landing pad once more.

Once there, he had a few words with one of his troops, and called for one of his archeological teams to land. A new tomb had begun excavation recently, at his demand. He wanted his top men on it, in order to bring him any artifacts. The whole while, he kept an eye on the togruta. He could already sense her want to murder him, to take his place. Good. The desire would feed her power... And it would make breaking her into his weapon that much more satisfying.

[CrimsonVagabond]

Mezelshu was tall and fit for a fifteen year old, but not as tall as Darth Lyciades and she tried her hardest not to be intimidated by him as she followed him toward his ship. There was no point in returning to her dorm for her things, that life was as over as the simple one she would have led as a farmer on Shili if she hadn't been kidnapped as slavers.

"Yes, my Master."

Her own lightsaber? at last! and somebody who was probably most skilled at using it.

She watched her new master closely as he cast orders. Many were afraid of him but many seemed to honestly respect him, it was something few academy Sith were capable of, inspiring others rather then merely terrifying them.

Still, she was impatient. "Master, when do I begin my training?" It was on honest request, but like so many of Mezelshu's queries, her tone made it a demand.

[Angel]

"When I choose to start it." he said, turning his masked face to her. The dread was palpable as it radiated from him. His annoyance seemed to make the force around him crackle, which was vastly more noticeable to a force sensitive.

It was at that time that a droid approached. Clearly an odd model of droid, designed for combat. His chassis was covered in battle scars, and he was loaded with weapons, both visible, and built into his frame. His current weapons were a pair of blasters, and a sniper. He looked at the togruta for a moment, optically scanning her, before turning to Lyciades.

"Lord. The team dispatched to Manaan was successful. The probes we sent out have also returned with knowledge of a new ruin. On Dathomir, as you suspected." he explained. Lyciades calmed immediately at the droid's report.

"Good work, 4-10. Tell the crew to prepare the Ancestor's course." the darth replied, getting a nod from the hunter droid, who walked to his personal craft. Lyciades turned to the togruta. "You will learn that the force, while your most trusted ally, is not the only one you require. H4-10. A hunter droid, and one of my oldest allies. Programmed and armed by his creators to kill for credits. Now one of my most loyal Bounty Hunters."

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(Updating first post with info on 4-10.)

[CrimsonVagabond]

His reply to her demand made her close her mouth quickly, and try to effect an air of patience despite her excitement. She'd never cared for droids but at her master's words, nodded to this one as if it was a colleague, Lyciades was turning out to be a VERY interesting Sith.

"Why do you employ Bounty Hunters master? They are disloyal to a fault, and notoriously hard to control. With me by your side, you won't need their services, I assure you." She looked about quickly trying to gauge how many Bounty Hunters she may have just offended. Let them try and attack her, she'd impress her Master yet.

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(btw, its really cool you have visual reference for everything.^^ )