The Darkness Within

[the_dark_jerec]

And thus does your patience...fail. Thus I am loose upon the universe, as well it should be. I wonder only if you can properly manage a being such as I? You have been absent from so-called 'villains' for some time, haven't you?

Do not worry, my dear mundane. I am Jerec, Dark Jedi, who soon will have the greatest power in the galaxy at my beck and call.

I believe that is all you require in order to succeed. Let us begin.

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[summersword]

[Kasnort. Someone's unimpressed.]

Ain't gonna work, talking like that to 'em. You gotta make 'em do what you want.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He chuckles in return. You've failed to impress, too.]

Patience has served me well thus far - a little more shall complete the goal.

[summersword]

[Best that way. Nobody looks twice at the unsassuming bystander. It's safer.]

Patience doesn't mean squat unless you put some force behind it. Sitting around waiting never won wars. You gotta go out there and claw for every victory.

[the_dark_jerec]

[Oh, it isn't that he doesn't see - trust not the cloth around the empty recesses that once held eyes. Jerec sees in other, more intrusive ways. He just isn't impressed]

You know nothing of the Force - only a petty sort of violent knowledge. But if you wish to see how one of my power fights...it can be arranged.

[summersword]

[Then he can probably see the skinny grey-skinned thing hiding behind the normal exterior. Ildi rolls her blue (orange) eyes and feels for the rapier at her waist.]

"Force"? Buddy, I've seen things that make whatever you can conjure up look like a kid with a magic set. Bring it on.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He smiles, tightly]

Well then, for my first "trick"...

[He turned, casually, and held up a hand, and a ball of bright, destructive energy launched from it, with no apparent effort on his part. The energy itself isn't necessarily that bad - but the massive concussive wave it generates is.]

[summersword]

What in-

[Boom. The concussive wave hits like a thunderclap. But she's faced such things before. She braces herself, the blade of her sword driven into the ground. And while it batters her terribly, she stays upright.]

What- what was that?!

[the_dark_jerec]

[He chuckled, genuinely enjoying this.]

The first taste of what the Force can do when commanded by the will of a Master.

[And then, hanging casually in his hand, his lightsaber ignites]

[summersword]

[That actually poses a significant problem right there. Ildi's sword is plain old tempered steel. It'll be destroyed in one blow.]

...I want one of those.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He grins, stepping slowly forward]

You are to be disappointed, fool.

[summersword]

[Oh goody. She grins fiercely right back and holds her sword up in a defensive position.]

Been called plenty of things. "Fool" ain't one.

[the_dark_jerec]

You stand there, against me. The appellation is well earned.

[He jerks forward suddenly, his saber cutting upwards with the aim to cleave her in two from hip to opposite shoulder.

I am so sorry about this

[experimentaljedi]

Dark Jedi is poopyhead.

Apologies are for non-awesome things :P Not this :P

[the_dark_jerec]

[He looks over...and down, and a sneer comes to his face]

I begin to see why your order was always so...weak.

Re: Apologies are for non-awesome things :P Not this :P

[experimentaljedi]

Why don't poopyhead Sith-puppet stick credits where mouth is?

[the_dark_jerec]

[He grins, tilting his head]

A Jedi with humour? Amusing. Pic would find you of some interest, I'm sure.

[And, casually, his lightsaber ignites]

[hk_47]

Observation: Meatbags who try to consume a power source larger than their heads typically get bits of their flesh in a multitude of places. Simultaneously.

[the_dark_jerec]

[An eyebrow arches]

True enough. An amusing prospect - but the Dark Side is my source of power...I make others shatter.

[hk_47]

Statement: The Maker's dark side shattered. And you are far from the Maker... meatbag.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He chuckled, darkly]

The power I seek, and will control, will outstrip anything dreamed of before, even by your Maker.

[hk_47]

Repetition: And again, I point out energy sources and heads. And explosions.

But far be it from me to interfere. No, no, meatbag. You go consume that energy source. Have fun.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He turns his head, slowly.]

You have seen the power of the Force, automaton, you know that it is not a matter of relative size.

[hk_47]

Recitation: The Jedi claim that size doesn't matter. However, in my own experience, those same Jedi can be rendered into itty-bitty pieces by a large enough explosion.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He laughs. For once, he genuinely laughs]

I like you, droid. And I have a specific Jedi that, were you to render him into 'itty-bitty pieces' I would be most willing to reward you.

[hk_47]

Statement: Carnage is its own reward, meatbag. But please, do go on...

Sorry, couldn't resist

[mercjedi]

[Oh hey look it's the guy who killed his father. Isn't he supposed to be dead?]

You really can't stop the overdone speeches about power can you?

[the_dark_jerec]

[He chuckles]

Ah, Katarn. Nothing of real use to say, as expected.

[mercjedi]

It's worked for me so far. Why change a winning strategy?

[the_dark_jerec]

[He smiled, thinly]

I offer you a chance, Katarn - join me. Now.

[mercjedi]

Worried I'll beat you?

And the answer is no. It's always going to be no.

[the_dark_jerec]

You are a mercenary, Katarn, with some middling talent. My victory is assured.

Tell me, Kyle - do you know what your father said, right before I cut off his head? Before Maw thrust it upon a spike?

[mercjedi]

I'm sure you're going to tell me.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He smiles]

Of course. Oh, it was the usual defiance...and begging me to spare his miserable little life.

[mercjedi]

Yeah, somehow I don't believe that for a second, except the defiance bit. He was always tougher than he looked. I know you put him through hell, but he still managed to hide the Valley's location from you.

[the_dark_jerec]

He did, brave and foolhardy man though he was. Rahn was not as strong, alas. [A chuckle] It was a pleasure to end his life.

Also couldn't resist.

[forcewalking]

You're awfully enamored with yourself.

[ Also, someone unlocked the Miraluka species on the Legacy system. Guess who's mundane is grinding that? ]

[the_dark_jerec]

[He smiles, turning]

Ah, I smell the scent of the Sith upon you. Speak with more respect, child - the Sith I served was greater than any you have ever seen.

And he is gone. I survive. Do I detect the scent of failure upon you as well?

[forcewalking]

[ A scoff. ]

A servant? Not even worth acknowledgement.

[ And he's not going to dignify that with response. Sure, he's lost some Huttball matches, but failure? ]

[the_dark_jerec]

No longer. I have the dark side at my command, completely - the darkness and its servants are mine to control.

[And he grins, the being without eyes]

And no answer? No recitation of power? Failure, the weakness of the Sith.

[forcewalking]

I've heard that before. I stopped taking it seriously seven fallen rivals ago.

[ He finally smiles, wryly. ]

What you smell are the dead. That is what you sought, isn't it?

What if I told you that you are wasting your time?

[the_dark_jerec]

Come now, [He chuckles] trust the word of a Sith? I am no fool.

[He folds his hands in front of him, calmly]

What I seek is my own to know, boy.

[forcewalking]

[ His eyes flash purple for a few seconds, before he closes them, smiling. ]

Even the dead tell me their secrets. There is nothing you can hide from me. And I will tell you now, there is only one person who has ever mastered that art. Even if you did, you would be dead within a weak, rotting from the inside out as you rapidly descend into insanity.

[the_dark_jerec]

My task comes without the weakness - the stain of failure - that suffuses your dead religion.

[He is a master of ripping information from minds. You won't find ways into his mind easily.]

Nor do you know what I shall find, or how I shall find it. My secrets are my own, sith. [And oh, can you not hear the note of him saying the word without the emphasis? The lack of importance he gives it. Like one regards a pesky lizard]

[forcewalking]

I don't care what it is you're looking for.

There are many paths to power. Some drained entire worlds of the Force, leaving behind only barren wastelands. Some sought ancient relics. Some used ancient technology long since lost to the rest of the world. And some... [ Six shadowy, blue figures briefly swirled around his hand, as he holds it up for a moment. ] have mastered arts no Sith has ever been able to lay claim to.

From what I understand, however, yours is doomed to failure.

[the_dark_jerec]

[And he still looks unimpressed. Not that he can actually see those figures, really.]

From what you understand? Heh. As your order is doomed again and again? You project upon that which does not bear your stamp.

[forcewalking]

The Jedi and the Sith have hunted each other to extinction since the founding of both orders. Even the Rakata had similar power struggles, before the concepts of Jedi or Sith ever existed.

[ Hence Soa the Infernal One. ]

But one fate has met every single man who has ever sought to control the dead. Save for one.

[the_dark_jerec]

[He sighs. History sets such lovely precedent, but it can disguise the possibilities of the future. And, really, the further back into the period of the Imperial Sith one goes, the more hampered by that precedent they are. In his opinion, at least]

Soon to be two.