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Star Wars: Time of the Ancients

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a part of Star Wars: Time of the Ancients, by claw.

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Resurgent Sith [22] Pirates, outcasts and traitors.
Jaxton Jaeger [16] Former Jedi Knight turned Bounty Hunter
Aino Volca [16] A Padawan yearning to return to the Criminal Underworld.
Taoran Mek [16]
Kota Saberon Hiel [6] Just a young girl, looking for her place in the world.
Valyn Elrata [5] Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an
Vividy'aru'wessinidid AKA "Yaruw" [2] Young and talented Jedi master with a questionable past
Zebron Kooladi [2] Feisty Jedi Padawan

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"I am Aryell I was a jedi, though I have received basic forms of training from both sides, though I don't want to hinder whatever it is you're doing." she held her side lightly and stood up, "yes im small..." then in that instant with no sign of emotion force drew here staff in two by unbinding the magnetic coupling and activated both blades backwards next two the sith. "Yet I have one of the fastest draws In the galaxy." she deactivated the blade and reattached the two pieces. yes, you're not the only one who can show off here... "I have sought through the galaxy seeking for a master In the force." she bowed respectfully again, waiting for the other's reply.

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Darth Lyans smile only grew as she saw the small girl try to stand her ground and act far tougher than she looked, this was good, it showed she had some fire in her gut and a will to not be made weak. It seemed the lessons of the Jedi hadn't done much to temper her pride, she could sense that as much. This small girl could prove to be very very useful indeed and if not then it would at least provide her with some small form of entertainment at Kyrats expense no matter the outcome. Standing back up to her feet Darth Lyan reached out a slender hand to assist the younger girl upwards.
"Well, little Aryell, I'm afraid you don't have much choice about wanting to hinder us, or indeed if you wish to leave our fine company." As if to accompany her point there was a thrum that ran through the body of the ship and the lights flickered ever so slightly. "Because we just made the jump to hyperspace, I'm afraid you're stuck with us now little one."

Here the Twi'lek Sith turned around, gesturing for the marines to search the small starfighter in case there were any traps laying in wait that could in some way damage the ship. Whether it was out of lack of interest of confidence in her own abilities Lyan made no move that the former Jedi should be watched but rather waved her crimson skinned hand that she should follow her as she walked back towards the turbolift. "Come now, it's only right I introduce you to Darth Kyrat, this is his ship after all and he should have some say in what exactly we do with you. Though I wouldn't be too surprised if he doesn't just try to kill you, he is very touchy when it comes to matters of the Jedi. I hope for your sake your skill with that saber is half as quick as your draw, you'll need it." The smile never left her lips as she warned Aryell of her very possible death as they took the ride back up to the command deck.

It was thankfully no longer going up than it was going down and the pain soon arrived at the command deck itself, the guards obviously more confused than most at the presence of this new stranger on their ship, the rest of the crew simply carried on with their work. Darth Kyrat though was stood at his usual place, staring out at the shifting vortex just beyond the screen when the turbo lift doors open. He paused for a second before spinning around to look at the approaching women, his eyes tightening in annoyance when they alighted upon Aryell, yellow orbs glaring in harsh contrast to the blue and white behind him. He began to stride down the deck towards them, causing Lyan to halt short else she would have simply been trampled by the larger Sith Warrior.

"Who is this?" Kyrat spat, clearly annoyed that he hadn't been informed early at the presence of a Force Sensitive aboard his vessel, even though he must clearly have been able to feel her the second she was pulled on board.
"This, Darth Kyrat, is Aryell, a former Jedi who is just so happening to be looking for a master." The human Sith practically growled at Aryell at hearing the Jedi part, it was clear that the man liked to hold grudged against their kind.
"I do not have time to teach some dreg of a girl." He turned again on his heel, marching over to one of the command pits. "How long until we reach the Jakku system?"
"Just under an hour My Lord." Kyrat snorted as he turned back around to look at Aryell and Lyan, his wrathful yellow gaze shooting daggers at the younger girl.
"Tell me, Jedi, what is it you truly know of the might of the Dark Side? Or have you just been filled with the lies of that dogmatic order of filth?"

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Aryell kneeled respectfully noting that the other was glaring at her. at the note of the insult her anger rose a little and she bit her tongue to keep from insulting him back. "I honestly didn't have much training from either side. It was dull. I got stuck in a musty old temple listening to some sobby jedi say that peace is the best way to go. why train to fight if I can't use those skills. THAT, is why I want to learn both sides of the equation. to me there is no good bad, right, wrong. you're just two sides of the same Coin fighting for who is up. then you're all quiet till the next flip comes."

she stood, "please all im asking is for some guidance. If you won't train me, at least drop me off at the nearest spaceport where I can get some repairs for my ship."

Aryell felt her anger rose. her hands clenched into fists and her mental grip on the hilt of her third saber secretly hidden in her sleeve tightened. no, they would help. At least the Twi'lek would. just then the ship shuddered. not something anyone, not even the sith would notice, unless you already knew what to look for... "I knew this was to good to be true..." she whispered under her breath.

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"Please all I'm asking is for some guidance. If you won't train me, at least drop me off at the nearest spaceport where I can get some repairs for my ship." A snarl grew across Darth Kyrats face at the arrogance of the girl before him, it was clear that whatever pathetic teachings the Jedi had tried to drill into her impressionable mind had not stuck. It mattered little to him though what title this insolent little pup decided to call herself, Jedi or not she was a threat to him and his power, the Vortex would be his and his alone, picking up every little wretch from this side of the galaxy would only hinder his ascension.

Angrily he stalked forwards towards the girl, towering above her, the darkness that surrounded him, that silent calling of the Dark Side blanketing him like a shroud. He could feel this girls anger bleeding out of her and it only served to fuel his own rage as it built up, he would accept no challenger especially on his own ship, this was his domain and not even Darth Lyan could control him here, even if the Emperor were to step out of the shadows and command him to kneel he would not. This was his realm and nobody elses.
"You do not make commands of me, girl." He growled at the smaller human before twisting and marching back up the command deck towards to view port.

Kyrat paused however halfway along the walkway and looked out into the swirling mass of light beyond, the aura of hate clear for anyone to feel, even the normal men who worked around them were shifting uneasily at the familiar anger in their midst, though it unnerved them it was nothing that put them out of work by any means. "We are already on our way to finally discover our glorious purpose, a great vortex in the Dark Side, drawing energy and power into its centre and I alone have been gifted with visions of its might! I shall be the one to unlock this great secret and there shall be a reckoning that neither Sith nor Jedi shall be able to withstand."

Silently Kyrat draw the hilt of his own saber from his belt and twisted around, facing Aryell and Lyan side on, deactivated weapon firmly in his grasp. "There just remains the issue of you, girl. You do not have the choice to leave, and so it must be decided, join us or I shall cut you down where you stand."

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Aryell paused, weighing her options. she cautiously looked over at the Twi'lek looking for a reaction. her shoulders slumped slightly as her hands as she quick drew her weapon. she twirled it expertly then knelt again. "I will join you, Master."

she stood again, her shoulders slumped under the weight of the gear in her backpack. she looked up at her new masters. finally I have someone who can complete my training. to follow the path my family laid before me.


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As she rose she cocked her head to the side, "So, what was this about getting you unstoppable power?" she purred hoping to say the sith. you know, to get that kind of power you're going to need a weapon. and I need someone to train me." she grinned darkly at the thought.

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It seemed that even that Kyrat had been in some way placated the fact that he was robbed of a chance to engage a Jedi in combat did little to please the Sith, though it was equally likely that nothing would truly please him until he discovered the truth of the Vortex in the Dark Side. It was so close now, he could almost taste it, the sheer raw power that must be drawn to one lone place must be immense beyond reckoning, even on mighty Korriban he hadn't felt a power like this. And it was to him that such power would be granted.

With a grunt Kyrat placed his saber back into the holster on his hip and turned back to the windows, striding back to his usual spot, cape fluttering behind him as he walked the length of the command deck. Darth Lyan however stepped around Aryell, an almost reassuring smile stretching across the Twi'leks face. It was strange to be sure that a Sith Lord would smile so much and genuinely mean it, it was no small wonder that Lyan was able to inspire loyalty through love rather than fear.
"Do not worry yourself about Darth Kyrats anger, little Aryell, he is strong with the Dark Side and it is anger that fuels him. Without it he would have been lost long ago, as I'm sure you yourself would have been." Lyans placed a hand on the smaller girls shoulder and led her across to the side of the command deck where she wouldn't be in the way of the officers moving from to and fro.

"I can sense your potential, even if Darth Kyrat cannot, I think you will do just fine in our number, especially after you have been trained in the true might of the Dark Side. But that does leave us with a particular issue, just how we are to teach you. Kyrat will not take you as an apprentice, your ties to the Jedi makes him see you as an enemy. I for one do not see myself in need of an apprentice, such things usually end in disaster for a Sith not yet ready to shoulder their underlings ambitions. For the time being I am afraid you will have to simply learn by observing our ways, you can learn much that way. But you raise an interesting point, perhaps you could be a potent weapon. Indeed Kyrat seems more than intent to lead the charge in battle, so perhaps it might be an idea to risk challenging him to a duel, though I would beware that course of action, Kyrat is one of the deadliest duellists I have ever seen and has never lost a fight against a Jedi. Make your choice soon though as it won't be long until we arrive at Jakku and the truth of this Vortex will be made clear."

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"my parents were killed by jedi. who then forced me to learn their ways. I have disgraced my family with the failure that I couldn't defend them. I don't want money, or fame. I just want to die knowing I have killed every last one. a few hours ago I stole a Republic fighter and snuck aboard their vessel to see if my contact was right about a jedi being there. we engaged in a duel. and I barely escaped with my life." Aryell sighed quietly, "I got hit while jumping to lightspeed and was forced to make a blind jump. that's when you two found me. and now im here. she drew her saberstaff and activated it. the light red-orange blades glowed giving Aryell and almost evil look. she twirled the blade expertly then brought it to rest behind her. "us, we're not so different. we're all looking for something, though not all of us know what that thing really is yet. I know I need to learn. to become stronger..." she then dropped the saber, which deactivated, and grabbed her side to feel the warm feeling of the cut. the self done stitches she put in to seal the cut just ripped. she tried to hide the pain only giving off a wince in pain. she noticed the sith was looking at her. "it's fine, just a scratch." she said with much more bravado then she really had at the moment.

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Darth Lyan watched and listen impassively, not commenting or showing any sign of her thoughts one way or another. There was something about this girl that didn't exactly seem right to her ears, some facet of her story that sounded false to her ears. That a Jedi would kill was not exactly hard to believe, but to then kidnap and force the child to follow their beliefs, that sounded far more Sith than Jedi. The Jedi were weaklings who asked for the power that was given to them, the Sith were the strong ones who had survived, that was why the Empire had endured for so very long even as it tore itself apart, the weak died and the strong survived. Small wonder the Republic could never shatter their power, their notions of bringing the weak with the strong only made them weaker for it.

"Us, we're not so different. we're all looking for something..." Lyan fixed eyes with the girl as she twirled her long saber staff around, she had to admit that she had not seen an orange saber in a great many years, such things grew rarely and it was often by the whims of chance that one would find them at all. The girl had a point, even if it was misguided, yes they were all searching for something, else why would they even be here, but to say they were not so different, no this girl was very different. Aryell was naive and far too trusting, her presence in the Force was marred by the Light as much as by the Dark and there were too many branching paths her life could yet take her, no she was not like the Sith by any measure.

As if to illustrate her mental point, Aryell dropped her saber as she clutched at her side, clearly experiencing some pain of some kind. It didn't take a genius to guess this was the result of the injury sustained facing off against the mysterious Jedi that Aryell had encountered, if they even truly existed. The Twi'lek had no sympathy for the girl as she tried to save face, that was not the Sith way, pain was met with strength and was rewarded with power. The pathetic weakness of the Jedi made them view pain as the opposite of progress rather than its key, how else would the galaxy turn if not on the spokes of war and fire? The Sith Lord stepped closer to the girl, looking down on her.

"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.
That is our code little Aryell, embrace the pain you feel, be proud of its existence. The absence of pain is peace, without it we do not grow but with pain we can flourish, we learn our limits and our strengths. I have killed and destroyed many on the battlefield and I know the true limits of my strength, my power. There is no room for weakness there, no room for pointless sensibilities. To suffer is to be Sith, to grow stronger is all that matters. Remember that the next time you face your... Jedi." Lyan smirked as she uttered the final word, making it clear she did not believe that this Jedi even existed

"We shall be arriving shortly, little Aryell, I suggest you prepare yourself for whatever it is we are about to find, maybe try to make friends with some of the crew if you will. Not that it matters much anyway, if Kyrat unlocks this great power I doubt any number of friends will save anyone any more." The Twi'lek spun gracefully on her heel and made her way over to her long time friend, throwing one last remark over her shoulder. "I doubt anything will be able to save anyone if what he can feel is as powerful as he says."

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Aryell snorted at the sith's last comment. She quickly force grabbed her saber and brained a passing trooper. she then proceeded to lift him into the air using the force. and stared darkly over at the other sith through her blood red hood. "friends? why would I need to make friends with someone as weak as this? no, you don't need friends when when you have power like this!" her voice cracked seeming to show a completely different personality. she fully looked at the two sith then at the other people in the room. She force choked the man. the only sound in the room was the sound of the man choking. she quickly squeezed and grinned as his lifeless body dropped to the floor. she peered back and forth from under her blood red hood. then held her saber towards the other sith. "You want to spar? just to see if I have what it takes?"