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The First Days..
Celise_ShinzonDate: Tuesday, 31 Jan 2012, 1:16 AM | Message # 1
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Prelude: I Redeemer.

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Toying with the datacron that she had discovered in her travels, Celise Shinzon stretched.

Near at hand a astromech droid gave off several beeps and whirrs. Chuckling to the little bucket of bolts, Celise patted its durasteel chassis. "Dont worry R-9. We're not going off on some crazed crusade. Did you finish the de-encryption of the recording from Zhyr?"

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The droid bleeped again, then played out an ancient recording. In it a crimson skinned, yet clearly deceased Sith stalked in the hollow-recorder. Celise knew this individual. Not from sight of course, but rather from a long bygone time. Jade green eyes narrowed as the vocabulator came into focus, and a second figure, a dark armored female figure that Celise knew to be the one time Sith Lord, and twister of her father the so called "Darth Vorhn", or Ryuka Tas Vorhn to give her true name, loped into the imagery. The vocabulator of the ancient machine spoke replicating the tinny mechanized hateful tones of the ancient Darth.

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"Pharos. I want a status update. Has Marl moved his forces yet?"

The deceased Sith's face curled into a look of hatred and rage. Even a thousand years away, Celise could feel the hatred of the recorder. This ...thing despised the Darth. Hated her. Loathed her. Would rip her heart out and eat it like an apple.. if he could. Fear kept him in check however. Several terse moments passed, before the Sith spoke. "Yes.. "master". They have begun to cut eachothers throats out. When we move the Brentaal ships up the Trade Spine.. then we will cut off both sides support. As your plan called for, they will then blame eachother and the war will intensify."

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Darth Vorhn strode off, cape billowing like an angered storm-cloud. As she did, she missed something. Something lost a thousand years, something the Sith Lord of old said which could have led to more questions, or perhaps her own victory. Yet the Force had decided this conflict an age ago. The Dark Lady of the Sith had been defeated. Yet even from the past, a light sprang to illuminate more. The recording continued, and in it.. Sulek Pharos snarled as a wolf-like being, a Wafaro loped to him. Its animalistic visage glowered at the departing woman and a clawed hand gripped at the Lightsaber at its side.

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"How long master.."

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"Soon Seres. Very soon.. This "would be Vorhn" is a disgrace to the true Lord's name. She is a mongrel. A slave's stock. She wears the armor, but she lacks the power. She is a worthless muddy-blooded child, who's through some whim of the Force inherited a stipend of the Dark Lord's power. It is unfortunate that Vorhn's blood runs in her, and thus binds me through the old oaths, even as she siphons my own power, claiming it fondly as if it were her own. Fool. The more she takes from me, the stronger I become.

Every indignity cast upon me only stokes my hatred apprentice. It should be the same with thou as well. She will make a error. She will be in a time of weakness, and when her bindings on me shatter.. We will slay her for this masquerade she plays at. This.. "would be pretender" she is NOT Darth Vorhn.. Hah! He would feast on her remains, as her agonized spirit moaned like a Twi'lek whore!!"


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The wolf being paused, puzzled and looked to the ancient sith lord's revelation. "Master.. I am confused. The woman is Vorhn. She is "Dar'tah" yes? Ryuka tas Vorhn, now Darth Vorhn..?"

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Turning on Seres, Sulek Pharos dealt a furious blow to the Wafaro sending him sprawling. Even with his dessicated form, the strike was tremendous and Seres face screamed new agonies. Pharos voice boomed in his rage, as a fury and hate were unfurled, that rivalled the core in heat.

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"MORON! FOOL!! Vorhn.. The TRUE Darth Vorhn.. HE! HE WAS POWER!! HE WAS STRENGTH!!"

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Clenching his fist, Sulek Pharos paused.

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"Vorhn.. was my master. An age ago we warred on the Jedi. We warred on the Republic. And we were sated. Vorhn was my master, as I am now yours. It was Vorhn who taught me. It was Vorhn who entombed me. It was Vorhn who swore he would return for me.. and he will if I am worthy and survive to that time. Vorhn.. Dar'tah Darth Vorhn. He was a true member of the Sith race, the true Sith, the pure crimson skinned masters of the Darkside. This weakling Alderaan wench is not Vorhn. She's not even fit to be described as his shadow. Nor am I.. No.. not even one such as I who has cheated death, and returned from the beyond can compare to the power of a trueblooded Korribani Lord of the Sith..

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No.. This fragile 'would be Darth' is no more Vorhn, than you are a Sith, Seres Undor. She like you, knows the Darkside. She understands anger.. and yet.. she lacks the true power of hatred. The power that comes when one breaks all chains on themselves, when one is purified by rage.. when one is the fire of hate. When one will devour even the Light. Vorhn knew of these things!! Vorhn was hunger.. and he is out there yet.. Watching. Waiting. When the stars are favorable, he will come. The space between space. Lord of the between places. The darkness in the black. True Lords of the Sith NEVER die..

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VORHN IS THE DARK-SIDE!!"


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The holorecording ended abruptly, perhaps cut off by whatever emanations Pharos had unleashed in his rage, a thousand years earlier. Blinking like an owl, Celise tried to understand what it was she had just witnessed. Vorhn.. there had been two? A second.. or more accurately a first Darth Vorhn had existed in a time before the cruelty of the thousand year old "Twin War"?

Taking a deep breath, Celise paused and then nodded. She would continue her role as a lone historian. She would travel the stars, seek for this "True Darth Vorhn" and if she found him alive yet as Sulek Pharos said. ..She would put him down or die trying.

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( And so begins a write up of a story I have wanted to write for 4-5 years but been unable to do so until now. It'll be a semi closed story, primarily dealing with Celise travelling the Galaxy and searching for lore on the past. For those of us who come all the way from A Galaxy Divided of many years ago.. I think this story will prove to be very enlightening and enjoyable. For those of you who always wondered who and what Sulek Pharos was, what his true goals were and what might of been had he succeeded, this will explain a great deal. After six years in the works, I finally have broken my writers block! *cheers* )


Message edited by Celise_Shinzon - Tuesday, 31 Jan 2012, 5:57 PM
 
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