A dead mans spirit ----
For he is dead, the one who reigned without fear and with terror
His spirit, the lifes he affected, will not change. For our order needs to move on. This lost was forseen the moment he walked his own path, split from us. For his scars he left on us still linger. I can still sometimes feel my fingers as if they're there.
For his lost was just a matter of time. But his lost returned something precious, something strong. The one who wandered lost, the one close. For his return is a humilation for himself but one which will pass. The dead man might have done little good for me, but he made the lost one strong. The slithering one aswell.
Our order has a shakey past, and an even shakier future. For what happens when our remains get discovered? Or will we be the ones who lead us to greatness.
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A broken sword, where the sword mirrors the wielder. -----
Broken, unusable. A saber is much the same, Remove the core to make the saber broken. The saber mirrors its wielder. Remove the core, the power, makes the saber useless.
A frantic Arrtrok confronts his friend. Little makes sense. Specs of truth falls through their dialogue, hard hitting truth. A friend managed to convince Arrtrok he's a mere image of his former self, of his glorious self.
Removing the core of the saber makes it unusable, a piece of junk to anyone. Thus Arrtrok has done this, his saber without a kyber crystal. He was not worthy of his masterpiece, of his saber. The saber removed from his possession, it was in safer hands. The crystal on him, something for him to work one, to perfect, just like himself. More time will be placed to create balance, to strenghen his connection to the dark side
For he is not a sith, merely an image of one. Reforming has begun. He will not wield his saber untill he is whole, untill he is sith.
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----- A Crusaders Thoughts -----
Ehoc
I followed Ehoc and Fenrir when they first created the Ordo and it was for three reasons. One of them was Ehoc himself. Before the Ordos creation we didn't have much interaction but i always felt there was something special about him. A great man for sure, powerful in the darkside and a capable leader. I think he was a big reason many of us followed after the Aatrox. I admire this man. Yet he has disappeared. I fear for the Ordos fate if he does not return soon. My master has insured me he's alive out there, somewhere. I just hope he comes back soon.
Fenrir
I've always had a grudge against Fenrir, yet i always admired the man. Back the Aatrox he always intervened when i was besting his apprentice, i guess that's where the grudge started. But he's such a pure champion of the darkside. There is no way you can't admire a man like that. He was always a more brutish version of Ehoc.
Seeing him again on the beaches of Dosuun reminded me of better times. I hope for his safe return to the Ordo. But his betrayal runs deep.
Fia
The Ordomaster. How could we survive in these trying times without her? I have great admiration for her. Being able to command sith with compassion and kindness is something i have not seen before. Without we sure would have fallen.
Craft'lon
Master Craft'lon and i have had a rocky start and an even rockier path. We first met when he was a mere apprentice and i a fresh acolyte. That's when my legs disappeared with the help from his blade. That's something i can grab hatred from. Yet i also admire the man. He has followed Ehocs teachings well. A powerful wielder of the darkside.
Delawar
Legate Delawar. Met him in the Aatrox aswell. Ever since then i've considered him a friend, a close on at that. He's everything i wish i was. A strong wielder of the force. A skilled wielder of the blade. A great leader and a smart tactician. It's not long before he and the Ordomaster will be the married king and queen of the Ordo.
Azamya
Senior Gladio Azamya is by far the one i can trust the most in this ruthless world. Met her aswell back in the Aatrox. She has gone back and forth as long as i've known her. Her personality used to be a rock. But she has gradually started to warm up. She can be a bit of a tough shell to crack sometimes but i've figured out how to get to her. She's smart, cunning and powerful with the force. Maybe not the best peoples person but i still admire her. I'm happy to be able to call her my master.
Lelianne
A hot space girl that doesn't like guys? The perfect look but don't see. She got a temper though.
Volaktis
Haven't talked to him a lot. But he's a damn good shot. He could take out the entire republic if he wanted to.
Rizsazal
Rizsazal shows promise. A lot of it. But her inability to hear and speaks halts her progress almost to much. I like her though. A kind soul with a warrior spirit.
Spoiler: WeygandHide
I debated whether i should include him or not. I still remember the mission where i met him. Such a skinny little blind boy who hated the dark side. Not much has changed. Except he has gotten more and more daring. Soon he'll overstep his bounds.......
Reylin
One of my new favourites around. What can i say? She radiates darkside power and has a brain. She'll go far on her current trajectory. Very far indeed.
Spoiler: The OrdoHide
The Ordo itself has lost it's original vision. With Ehoc and Fenrir gone our direction isn't to eradicate the light or even fighting it. The more time it goes it seems that we are embracing it. The times are changing and the wind is blowing in a different direction. Survival is still our number one priority. It's just the number two and three that have changed.
Azorak
Even though he left us and went with his master i have to include him. Brolin as i used to call him. He had such promise and was such a good friend. He will always have a place at my table though.
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Balmorra -----
Fresh air from Dosuun enters Arrtroks lungs as he sits with his legs closed and his eyes closed. The beaches sand would be comfortable if arrtrok still had his legs. Arrtrok had a tendecy to rely on lesson taught by the lords of the Ascensus. Without the lessons of Ascensus Lords Arrtrok would have a harder time with teaching himself. For long no one would pick Arrtrok as their apprentice. Did he lack the power or was the power not refined enough he often thought to himself. Meditation was one of the first things he was taught when learning of the sith ways. Focusing on fear and pain created a sort of clearness to the situation. His thought started to wander freely. The orders current situation is troubling. Before they always chose to be a small but powerful force but now they where in shambles. Their leaders, their templari, where missing with only one voice of reason left to guide the order. Something had to be done.
Finally getting a place to be after Dosuun was calming. It's wierd for a sith to feel calm but after the bombing of Seswanna and being on the run it felt good having somewhere to call home. But since seswanna the order lost people and haven't gained any and you can't do a crusade with only 20 people. The solution had come quickly before their leave to Dosuun. A contact on balmorra got the perfect score to gain some people to the cause. But first he needed permission from the Templari. The negotiation where short with the templari. Ehoc agreed with Arrtrok and even lent Felix to Arrtroks command. Beginning a journey to a close trading port to get some help. Arrtroks old friends. Felix would get ordered to stay behind at the port and wait.
"IS THAT REALLY YOU ARR?!?" could be heard through the entire galaxy. Why is she greeting me Arrtrok thought as he took off his mask. Infront of him stood a short twi'lek with the most obnoxious voice. "So it really was you who contacted us" would a condecending voice say from the ramp of a spaceship. This was what Arrtrok dreaded but who else would transport him for a cheap cost. The twi'lek would run towards Arrtrok with a face of pure joy. With a shocked face Arrtrok would stretch his arms out and accept the twi'leks hug. "I...I...I'm sorry" he muttered with a tear in his eye. Arrtrok would look down to meet the twi'leks eyes. So..innocent he thought while observing her face. She tilted her head a bit and observed him. "Geez louise where have you gone" she said while touching the scars on Arrtroks face. "War" Arrtrok would say quickly before shaking his head and releasing her. Then motioning for them to start moving. When his legs started moving a distinct sound could be heard, metal on metal. The expression on the twi'leks face would quickly turn from a face of joy to shock. With a sad tone Arrtrok said "I'll explain inside the ship".
When they entered the ship they encountered the voice from before "Rust bucket is the same as when you left her" stated Bholi, Arrtrok old best friend. Compared to Bholi Arrtrok was neither strong nor tall but that never mattered to them. With a hard strike against Arrtroks head Bholi would start speaking in an angered voice "Leaving me and Thiha like that was not cool....I thought we where friends Arr, brothers even". Thiha stood beside the massive man with a sad look. "I....I didn't want to hurt you guys. You are family to me." Arrtrok said. "But leaving us with little to no information about where you went and now the Empire has a bounty on your head.. What happened man?" Bholi exclaimed. "The Sith happened. I-I-I followed their way. I joined a splinter faction that wants to make a better Empire." Arrtrok said with shifting emotions. "You should have told us dumbo" Thiha said with a frowning expression. "Sorry...." Arrtrok said. After a long silence Bholi speaks up "So why did you even call on us?". With a shrug Arrtrok exclaimed "Wanted to talk with you guys again.". Thiha carefully observed Arrtrok before talking "Aaaand?". Arrtrok would look into the ground "I need transport" he said quietly. "You cheap bastard" Bholi jokingly said with a big smile. "So where we heading then?" Thiha said.
Balmorra has always intrigued Arrtrok. Ever since he first set foot on the planet with the Templari there was always some sort of connection to the place, a mystery to Arrtrok. After leaving his long time friends to drink he left for the open plains. The cult he formed last time had been mysteriously wiped out. Another mystery that Arrtrok thought alot about. There was one resource no one except Arrtrok knew about, a man named Bendran. Disguised as a normal farmer in a village to hide him from whatever killed the cult. Devoted to the cause Arrtrok had put him there for one reason. To inform incase there is a potential spot for a cult and that's why Arrtrok's there. This time he was going to approach the situation differently.
Bendran was standing outside his house tending to some plants. As soon as Arrtrok showed himself Bendrans attention snapped to Arrtrok. "I-i-is..t-t-that..r-r-really...y-y-you?" Bendran said with a cautios voice. Arrtrok removed his hat and mask to show Bendran who he was. "Thank the six gods. It's you!" he said as he moved closer. "You mentioned a village Bendran" Where the first words to exit Arrtroks mouth. Arrtrok couldn't waste time here away from the Ordo. "Oh yes master there's a village close to here. Very desperate." Bendran said. Arrtrok didn't even take to long before already being on the move towards Bendrans speeder.. No need to waste time.
Donning his white and red robes he exited his speeder once more, this time at a remote mining village. Instead of flocking to their saviour they fleed to their huts and houses. After a bit of walking Arrtrok found an elderly man sitting down. His white eyes where flinging around, a blind man. Arrtrok approached him carefully. "Hello there." the blind man said, shocking Arrtrok a bit. Arrtrok cleared his throat and began talking. "Hello there." Arrtrok said, waiting a bit to observe the man. "Why did everyone run off when i arrived?" questioned Arrtrok. "Yes....yes....a brother...." the old man spat out. Confusing words for Arrtrok, but for another time. "You didn't answer my question" Arrtrok said shaking his head in disbelief, a family was something obscure to him. "Mmmh Ignorant.....Or maybe unknowing.....They fear the red, young man." the old man said. It became clear to Arrtrok there could be nothing done here, atleast not today.
Not being able to even communicate with the villager was infuriating for Arrtrok. Wasting time on Balmorra instead of helping the Ordo made it even worse. Bendran didn't live fancy but it's better then a republic town. Outside of Bendrans house stood someone else, someone powerful in the force. A jedi?!? Out here? They must have sensed me. Arrtrok thought. Something was off about this force user, like they used the force in a different way.
It wasn't long before this force user ignited their purple blade and jumped towards Arrtrok. Arrtrok was quick to respond with his crimson blade, blocking all the attacks. It was then he saw it, a female sith pureblood. Their duel went on. Blades were met countless times, it was a fair match. This was not a normal sith Arrtrok thought. Having the upperhand Arrtrok wanted to try something new. Force lightning was never a strong side to Arrtrok. A powerfull bolt formed in his hand and unleashed towards the pureblood hitting her in the face. With a loud thud to the ground Arrtrok had won the battle. This was the answer. Arrtrok thought before quickly throwing the unconscious woman into the back of the speeder and took off.
Pulling up with his speeder the villagers fled again before Arrtrok shut their doors with the force. All the villagers looked in horror at Arrtrok, clutching their doors. Taking the woman and throwing her on the ground infront of all the villagers. "Is this the person who has terrorised you?" Arrtrok said while holding the woman by the hair for everyone to see. No one seemed to respond, their terrored faces remained. "I asked you a QUESTION!" Arrtrok said with a booming voice. A older man would walk forward and nod. "Indeed. Have you come to do the same?" he would say with a sad voice. "No. I've come with an opportunity." Arrtrok said.
Being lent a hut by the villagers the interrogation could commense. The woman would finally wake up, rattling her chains. She would attempt to bite Arrtrok, the chains keeping her in place. "A pureblood on Balmorra. That's strange. Care to explain?" Arrtrok said in a curious voice. She would look at Arrtrok with hate in her eyes before attempting to bite again. "You're fierce." Arrtrok said observing her. It was clear from her expressions that she didn't understand. "Do you not speak basic?"(Translated from Sith) Arrtrok would ask in shabby Sith. Her eyes lit up before shaking her head. The interrogation left leave Arrtrok with alot of information. Her name was Sare and was the ruler of a small splinter faction of the Empire. Fleeing to Balmorra to escape the empire her father and mother built a safehaven there. The splinter group was existing of solely purebloods uniting under the lords called Yaxea.
Arrtrok left Sare with Bendran to focus on more important things, the village. As Arrtrok approached the village the leader of the small mining village, an older man scarred by years of war, approached him. "We're grateful that you got rid off her." he said gratefully. "You're posture and accent tells my you're imperial. Why live here on a republic planet?" Arrtrok said with a clear motive. "Imperial indeed. I was a captain in the army before leaving. I seek to repay the damage i did here on Balmorra. But you.... You're not imperial. You're with the Ordo. I know a few people graced by your touch." he said. Taking a pause before continuing. "I've been looking for your order. The Empire in it's current state is incapable. This village are mostly members of my old regiment and their families." he said. Arrtrok would nod towards captain and ask "Ofcourse. But what will make me trust you and your band of soldiers? ". The man would think for a bit before speaking "Loyalty is hard to show instantly right? How bout we start somethign small?". Arrtrok shaked his head, these people where needed. "Either you join me in reshaping the empire, leave your life here behind and come with me.". The man thinks for a while. "I think i speak for almost all of us when i say we'll follow."
First problem was dealt with. These men would need to prove loyalty over time but for now it's fine. Disillusioned soldiers of the empire could prove very useful. Arrtrok decided to commlink to Thiha and Bholi so they could starts moving soldiers into the transport while Arrtrok looked into the Yaxeans. The Yaxeans was defenetly something interesting to Arrtrok. During his time in the order he read up on ancient sith lords, mostly Pureblood ones. Never feeling a sense of belonging before Arrtrok found a sense of belonging in his race. Now it's time to see what could be done with Sare.
The pureblood was the same as before, fierce and resilient. Arrtrok observed the woman. Her little splinter group could also prove usefull to the ordo. It's like the force was guiding Arrtrok to something greater. "I'm not an enemy"(translated from sith.) would Arrtrok express. Sare would observe Arrtrok attempting to sense his words. Arrtrok could feel this but it was different from a sith. "I sense truth in your words. I'll listen." Sare would say in sith. Arrtrok would be able to pick up the most important part of the sentence. "I don't come from the empire. I come from a splinter group, much like your own, seeking to activly reshape the weak empire. It has become weaker then before and must change" Arrtrok would say. "You are not here to lie me, i sense it. Do you have a name?" Sare would say. "Arrtrok." Arrtrok would say
After discussing with Sare for a while she seemed interested in joining the order. But to prove their loyalty something had to be done. Arrtrok had an idea. "You'll come with me. Show your loyalty to the Templari himself." Arrtrok would say, grabbing her and leave. Leaving the ordo was a risk that had to be taken.
When Arrtrok reached the village Bholi and Thiha had already started to move people into the freighter. "There you Arr" Thiha would say in joking voice before hugging Arrtrok. Together with his old best friends they traveled back to the port close to Dosuun.. "You have to promise to stay in touch" Bholis prominant voice would echo through the ship. "I promise" Arrtrok would say. Then with much emotions goodbyes where said and Thiha and Bholi left. Waiting at the port where felixes transport, ready to get back to Dosuun. Arrtrok would take personal care of Sare making sure she doesn't do anything bad.
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