by Lord Jo'ren Rath on Mon Jul 08, 2019 11:45 pm
Jo'ren blinked. Inspiration? His thoughts turned to Vowrawn's party and Tayana's art show. Artists huh? What could you do?
Reaching out he patted the machine as if it were an old friend's shoulder. "Then let me tell you a story. About killing a God."
With some small amount of creative licence he told the tale of how a handful of brave souls, led by Jo'ren Rath who had also done most of the work, had defeated the Emperor of the Sith in personal combat. He acted out his parts with fluid motions and sound effects. It culminated in the loss through explosion of his sacred weapon, his struggle to fight off the dark force powers of the Emperor. The explosive death. The glory of survival.
As his story ended he found himself in an unexpectedly contemplative mood. He pulled out the crystal he had salvaged, and the other lightsaber that he had made years ago but never used. It had belonged to the Sith that Thy one called 'Darth Jerkface' before Jo'ren had reforged it back on Nar Shaddaa.
"Fighting is my inspiration Artisan. Lightsabers are my tools. I'm reaching the limits of what it's physically possible to do with them. And even that wasn't enough at the end. I can fight like no other, like a god damned legend. But power over the force? That's gonna need some work."
The crystals, the hilt. He weighed them in his hands, lost a little in his thoughts. There was a time when he had thought of little else. He smiled, remembering the feeling of power as he wounded the Emperor. It slipped a little as he recalled the helplessness of being choked.
True Sith | Blade of Vengean | Dark Side | Massive | Nobody's Fool | Big Damn Hero | Monolith Mauler | Forge Master | Saber SavantWears: Armour of the First Wrath. Carries: Two customised lightsabers; utility belt with stuff.Ship: The Terror Star |
Sidekick: Lt. Ashley Hin |
Powerbase: The Massassi
"A Sith chooses their own path, their own destiny."