Post by Mr.Bobert on Apr 20, 2010 19:08:28 GMT -5
Lord Marudeth walked-- if a non-physical body could actual walk-- to Tandrex's room, where the young Sith Lord was sleeping. Hnn. Sleep. Though Marudeth wished being in a physical body, he sure didn't miss sleep. It wasted time. Not that there hadn't been time to waste here on the barren planet of Enock for thousands of years.
He had meditated. He had waited. For thousands upon thousands of years, he waited, waited, and waited some more. During that time, he had actually almost missed sleep. But he'd kept preparing for the prophecy to be fuffiled. Kept waiting.
But even a Sith Lord's patience could only go on for so long. After about five hundred years, he'd revived a few of the carbonite-frozen Dark Jedi. He'd... bred them.
Now, thousands of years later, the few hundred Sith had multiplied to several thousand. And that was only the Force-Users. There were millions of Sith Soldiers without the Force. And yet, among these, there were still no great leaders, nobody strong enough to take Marudeth's place out beyond his reach, out in the Galaxy.
But the Great Prophecy had said that a great leader would come, in a weakened state. He would be trained by the most powerful of the Sith, and then let loose on the Galaxy, making treaties and forging alliances with his enemies to fight off another great enemy, known in the prophecy as the 'Dark Outsiders'. Then he would lead them, with even more trust built on him, against the 'Dark Outlanders'. After defeating them, he would turn on his allies, betraying them, and taking the galaxy as his own. And then, it was said, the Sith Lord who had trained him could live again.
Life. Oh, how Marudeth longed to actually feel the cold tiles of the Temple beneath his feet. The sting of the cold air of the planet's barren surface on his skin.
The feel of swinging his sword through flesh and bone.
He remembered his unique doublebladed weapon. He saw it almost every day. It looked like a normal lightsaber hilt. One side had a normal emitter, from which a bright red blade extended when activated. From the other side, a telescoping metal blade extended. The sword half was made of a native metal, known as naquadah. It was extremely heavy and durable, even completely resistant to lightsabers. It was plentiful on this planet, so when they had run out of cortosis, they had made weapons out of it instead. Even the ships used it as armor. In different forms, it was extremely reactive. It could be used to create power generators and bombs. Quite a useful material.
Maybe he could get Tandrex to use a weapon such as his. It would be fitting, he thought.
He finally reached the room that Tandrex had taken up residence in. It was secluded, in the southernmost wing of the underground temple, far away from where the carbonite-frozen armies slept. Marudeth didn't blame Tandrex for trying to get away from the millions of voices in the Force, saying the same thoughts, having the same dreams over and over again. Carbonite hibernation was a strange thing. Those frozen within kept thinking the same thought that they'd been thinking at the beginning of their sleep, over and over and over again. It had nearly driven Marudeth and his few semi-living companions mad.
He walked right through the door, as his ethereal spirit had no need to open doors. "Arise, Tandrex," he said. "Your training begins today."
He had meditated. He had waited. For thousands upon thousands of years, he waited, waited, and waited some more. During that time, he had actually almost missed sleep. But he'd kept preparing for the prophecy to be fuffiled. Kept waiting.
But even a Sith Lord's patience could only go on for so long. After about five hundred years, he'd revived a few of the carbonite-frozen Dark Jedi. He'd... bred them.
Now, thousands of years later, the few hundred Sith had multiplied to several thousand. And that was only the Force-Users. There were millions of Sith Soldiers without the Force. And yet, among these, there were still no great leaders, nobody strong enough to take Marudeth's place out beyond his reach, out in the Galaxy.
But the Great Prophecy had said that a great leader would come, in a weakened state. He would be trained by the most powerful of the Sith, and then let loose on the Galaxy, making treaties and forging alliances with his enemies to fight off another great enemy, known in the prophecy as the 'Dark Outsiders'. Then he would lead them, with even more trust built on him, against the 'Dark Outlanders'. After defeating them, he would turn on his allies, betraying them, and taking the galaxy as his own. And then, it was said, the Sith Lord who had trained him could live again.
Life. Oh, how Marudeth longed to actually feel the cold tiles of the Temple beneath his feet. The sting of the cold air of the planet's barren surface on his skin.
The feel of swinging his sword through flesh and bone.
He remembered his unique doublebladed weapon. He saw it almost every day. It looked like a normal lightsaber hilt. One side had a normal emitter, from which a bright red blade extended when activated. From the other side, a telescoping metal blade extended. The sword half was made of a native metal, known as naquadah. It was extremely heavy and durable, even completely resistant to lightsabers. It was plentiful on this planet, so when they had run out of cortosis, they had made weapons out of it instead. Even the ships used it as armor. In different forms, it was extremely reactive. It could be used to create power generators and bombs. Quite a useful material.
Maybe he could get Tandrex to use a weapon such as his. It would be fitting, he thought.
He finally reached the room that Tandrex had taken up residence in. It was secluded, in the southernmost wing of the underground temple, far away from where the carbonite-frozen armies slept. Marudeth didn't blame Tandrex for trying to get away from the millions of voices in the Force, saying the same thoughts, having the same dreams over and over again. Carbonite hibernation was a strange thing. Those frozen within kept thinking the same thought that they'd been thinking at the beginning of their sleep, over and over and over again. It had nearly driven Marudeth and his few semi-living companions mad.
He walked right through the door, as his ethereal spirit had no need to open doors. "Arise, Tandrex," he said. "Your training begins today."