Star Wars CLOSED The Final Trial of Vyatoris - a One on One RP

IC: The Late Darth Insipid
En route

It was a curious sensation, to be dead. His body had been consumed by an Anzati, even as his spirit pressed onto another form. But his flesh, it retained memory, and an echo remained in the Force. Within the confines of the spiritual stores of Bernael, he had managed to regroup that memory, that echo, into a form of its own.

A gravemind, it could be said.

He did so with the purpose of connecting with the victims of the Anzati.

One arrived in short order that caught the eye of the late Darth Insipid.

Vyatoris, a treacherous Miraluka who had died for attempting to kill Insipid, had been redefined in the murk of the Anzati's spirit-scape, and Insipid, after a time querying the Sith apprentice about the Black Coat, shrugged and decided to use their death as a springboard for a quest.

Into the Netherworld.

So here they were, walking through a circular tunnel of gloom, pushing deeper into and through the spirit-scape of Bernael, where the dead were kept, and as they reached the edge, where they would no longer exist within him, but pass on, a fact Insipid had prepared the Miraluka for, the deceased Dark Lord looked at the man, grinning coyly..

"So, are you ready for your Final Trial - to complete your death, and move into the afterlife?"

IC: Vyatoris

The jumbled collection of thoughts and ideals that made up the corporeal form of the Miraluka named Vyatoris followed closely behind that of Darth Insipid, making no attempt to hide the growing curiosity bubbling from within. It had been his own actions which had led him to this moment, this precipice of the unknown.

To his core, Vyatoris was a being of questions. Consumed by a great hunger for answers about the universe. Yes, he had died. But in doing so he had unlocked a pathway in which he would never have been able to travel in life. Heaven, Hell, the Afterlife, the Netherworld of the Force, all names for where one supposedly went after death. For some, one's journey to the afterlife was to be celebrated, for others, prolonged by any means necessary.

For Vyatoris? Oh, he was positively giddy.

He rubbed his hands together, returning Insipid's coy grin with one of almost childlike wonder. "Oh my dear Emperor, you have no idea.."

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IC: Darth Vyatoris
Netherworld of the Force

So. This is the Netherworld eh? Vyatoris thought, allowing himself to lag a few paces behind Insipid. The architecture is oddly.. Sith-y.. Curious. Wonder if those of the light and those of the dark share the same plane, or if we are separated.. Hmph.

Vyatoris walked on, making no attempt to hide his curiosity. Everything looked so tantalizingly familiar, yet off, in such a tiny amount to throw off any sense of comfort one may hold in a recognizable location. That being said..

The monolithic dipyramid which jutted out of the distant horizon ahead did bear a striking resemblance to the Sith temple Vyatoris had been imprisoned inside for all those long years. Of course, his temple had been smaller, less physically imposing in design. Vyatoris shivered unconsciously, a chill seeping through his thick robes as his gaze became locked onto the dipyramid.

The surface was cracked, the structure itself split asunder - dead. The Miraluka's gaze wandered, shifting between the other various outcroppings of rock or metal, before finally landing upon the back of Insipid's head. This world.. If it could be even called that, has long since perished.. His brow furrowed as he peered out into the somber skies. If it ever lived to begin with..

"Ah, yes, that'll be Daritha Charon, I expect."

Vyatoris turned back to look at Insipid, specifically the direction he himself was staring. Off in the distance, the Miraluka could just about see what appeared to be a large, floating boat, crewed by a single being.

"This is truly a tale of the Nine Corellian Hells, isn't it?" Insipid smirked to himself, deactivating the blade and beginning to make his way down. It was only as they neared it that the scale became apparent; the vessel was massive, suspended atop the depths of the planet as if by repulsorlift.

Insipid looked at Vyatoris. "I've been here a few times, or, near enough. You may want to introduce yourself and barter for passage."

"It would appear as if a number of the ancients have their beliefs represented in this realm.." Vyatoris said, taking a moment to carefully clamber over an outcropping of stone. "The question is, where they all partially correct? Each one only able to perceive a tiny piece of the greater puzzle?" He stroked his chin, a pessimistic thought overtaking him. "Or is this somehow just a projection of what each think this place should look like?"

Vyatoris sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the ferryman atop the massive boat. "In some myths, those who wish to cross into the afterlife must first bribe the ferryman with a form of currency.." He said, taking a few steps ahead of Insipid. "Judging by the dreary atmosphere.. I'm assuming it won't be as simple as handing over a credit chit.."

He began walking parallel to the ship, towards the ferryman without ever touching its ship. Growing closer, Vyatoris' hand inevitably dropped to his waist, resting uneasily atop the hilt of his lightsaber. "Excuse me my friend!" Vyatoris called out, cupping his mouth with his free hand. "My name is Azet.. er.. Vyatoris! It has been explained to me that you offer transport, for some manner of price!"

The Miraluka waited for a moment, racking his brain for something that could be used for trade. "I uh, don't have much in the way of physicality to offer you, but, I can barter with information, if you so wish!" Vyatoris offered, momentarily glancing back towards Insipid with a raised eyebrow.

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IC: Darth Vyatoris

Vyatoris unconsciously took a step backwards as the sheer mass of the ferryman loomed overhead. The creaks and groans of its bones sounding more akin to the ship it was charged with guiding than the sounds of any real living being.

It was.. Unnerving.

Vyatoris listened along to the conversation between Insipid and the Ferryman, taking the moment to readjust his robe. It was probably a futile measure, what being dead and all, but the routine of it all did bring the Miraluka some sense of normalcy, whatever that would mean in this place.

He simply raised an eyebrow at the stated rules. They seemed clear enough, although with Insipid involved, there was more than likely some innumerable amount of loopholes one could slip through. Vyatoris shrugged to himself. If I can't find them immediately, I'm sure I will eventually. Certainly appears as if I'll have plenty of time to muck about in here..

"Oh no, I think I'll leave my days of betrayal back with the living." Vyatoris said, chuckling. "If the overall atmosphere is any indication, what lies beyond your vessel is far more interesting to me than some petty squabble in the here and now." He said, shifting his gaze from Insipid and the Ferryman. "I'll play along. I wager my soul for entry." He said, clasping his hands together behind his back, an excited smile growing once more on his face.

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IC: Darth Vyatoris
Spelunking the afterlife

His answer accepted by Charon, Vyatoris made his way onto the massive, multi-leveled ship, following closely behind Insipid. After they boarded, the vessel turned, beginning once again its eternal duty.

Vyatoris clasped his hands in the small of his back, silently following behind his Guide as he delivered his exposition. Vyatoris tilted his chin towards Insipid, an amused expression forming on his lips. "I'm afraid I will continue to disappoint, my Lord. The actions that ultimately brought me to this place were of a single pathway. It remains to be seen how altering that path will effect my future." He said, the gaze of his vestigial eyes seemingly boring holes into the face of Insipid, an emotionless stare which offered nothing in the way of his inner thoughts.

He broke his unblinking gaze a moment later, his face tilting back towards the apparent endless expanse making up the world of Death. "I wonder if we'll see my old Master.." Vyatoris stroked his chin. "Pretty sure the old Wookiee died.. How troublesome it must be, to keep track of those who were lost, hm?"

"Or has the list become so long it no longer effects you?" He added quietly, crossing his arms across his chest, his hands disappearing within the confines of his robe's sleeves. The answer wasn't important, truth be told. In all reality, Vyatoris expected the barb to be ignored altogether. He would've. But even now, there was some wriggling curiosity about Insipid that Vyatoris couldn't quite shake off. A desire to learn the secrets of a being that by all accounts, should have died, and stayed dead, a very long time ago.

The ship came to a lumbering halt. signaling the pairs arrival, their destination remaining unknown to the Miraluka, even as Insipid lept from the ship's gunwale to the entrance of a nearby monolith. An eyebrow raised, Vyatoris followed suite, landing effortlessly behind his Guide.

Vyatoris remained silent through Insipid's incantation, committing the specific verses to memory. It would do him no good if he became trapped after all. He simply nodded in response to Insipid's words of warning, focusing entirely on the now open entrance to the monolith.

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OOC: Dreadfully sorry for the delay, once again . I should be able to put up new posts on the regular from now on.

IC: Darth Vyatoris
A brave new world

Vyatoris stood quietly behind Insipid, more from respect than anything else, as the Sith monologued. His words carried with them knowledge, of successes and failures, an inner insight which Vyatoris couldn't help but feel was directed towards himself in some manner.

The Miraluka pursed his lips, unable to decide which question to ask first, before deciding to simply stay quiet for the moment. There were parallels in their combined lives, minor ones admittedly, but parallels nonetheless. They had both, at some point in their life jumped the gun on a strategy, overestimating their abilities with a lethal result. The difference of course being that Insipid always managed to come back, to learn and adapt from his mistakes, each death propelling him forwards with new wisdom.

Perhaps that had been his own greatest failure? Amidst the plentiful flaws which had hobbled him in his final days, could it have simply been haste which had struck the final blow?

No. That was simply the straw which broke the camel's back. His gaze fell upon the towering doors, a tinge of remorse evident on his face as the towering doors began to slide open.

Perhaps I was always supposed to come here.. Destined for failure in the most dramatic of ways. All for this. The thought came and went, carrying with it a sting of cruel irony. All he had wanted in life was knowledge, yet the most important of all could only be found in death.

He breathed a sigh of melancholy, shaking his head as he followed behind Insipid into the now open doorway. It would seem this had been only the first lesson, what with many more soon to come.

There was a flash of blinding light, and they stood in a city, with an ancient but yet modern feel. Vyatoris raised a hand to shield his eyes, a useless gesture born from some dead genetic code, a relic from his species' past. Just another curiosity to indulge in at a later date.

Distracted, he hadn't noticed his guide look up to the sky, or feel his aura shift to in warning.

He did however, feel the screams. Winged beasts, one of light and one of dark, swooped in from above, a combined writhing mass of tooth and claw which beset upon them with great fury.

Vyatoris looked to Insipid for guidance, only to find the spot he had just been occupying to be devoid of his presence. The Miraluka returned his focus to the pair of creatures screeching towards him, a simple, deadpan groan escaping from his lips.

"The next lesson, I presume.." He stated dryly, slowly palming the hilt of his blade with his off-hand and activating it with a snap-hiss.

I'm dead! And presumably those things are as well! How am I supposed to kill something that's already dead! It's not like I can die again, right?! The thought perished from his mind as the first beast, the Fanged God, rammed his head into the sternum of Vyatoris, tossing the Miraluka tumbling head over heel into the sky, akin to an insignificant sack of meat rag dolling about.

Before he could even take note of what had happened, the Winged Goddess attacked next, raking her claws over his back as he completed his midair arc, leaving it a tattered, bloody mess.

Vyatoris unceremoniously impacted back into the ground, left gasping for air within the crater his own mangled body had created. "Y-yep.." He sputtered between clenched teeth, the taste of iron overwhelming his taste buds. "This.. This is all still real.. The second.. lesson.. Of the day.."

The Winged Goddess let out a mighty roar from above, indicating the start of his next attack. Vyatoris clawed his way upwards, rising from his makeshift grave with agonizing slowness.

"Through Passion.. I gain strength.." The words flowed free from his bloodied lips as the Winged Goddess once more began her descent. "Through Strength.. Power." He ignored the creaks and groans of his battered body as he rose to his feet. "Through Power, I gain victory." A familiar mantra, a familiarity which brought with it a power of its own.

Vyatoris readied his lightsaber, pointing it upwards towards the rapidly descending beast in clear defiance of it's superiority. "Through Victory, my chains are broken." He exhaled, the prior debilitating pain of his fractured breastbone now nothing more than a dull ache. Hatred flowed forward unhindered a broken dam which cleansed the mind. Lightning crackled in his wake, an untamed display of his own might.

Insipid always was one for theatrics. Maybe this unnecessary display would make up some for the what had transpired in the real world. Probably not, but hell, it felt good to let loose every now and then..

The Winged Goddess careened downwards, its maw a blistering torrent of teeth and claw.

"The Force shall set me free!" Vyatoris exclaimed with a wild grin, reveling in his own volatile aura as the beast closed in. Hands outstretched, he let forth a powerful discharge of lightning, aimed directly at the descending beast's gnashing maw.

His lightsaber lept from his hands, hurled in a dazzling arc around the Winged Goddess, towards the rapidly descending Fanged God not far behind his compatriot. All the while, lightning surged from Vyatoris' fingertips, volley after volley into the Winged Goddess.

A manic cackle erupted from his lips, unheard over the combined screeches of the paired beasts as they once more impacted into the lone Sith, their combined weight casting a horrific crunch, leaving only an unnerving silence in their wake..

Moments passed, yet all remained still, leaving the question of a victor, curiously unanswered. Was there to be a second round? A third? Or had all perished together. Only time would tell.

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IC: Darth Vyatoris
Study Break

Minutes passed before the twin beasts finally moved once more, each once more taking to the skies with powerful strokes of their wings. The battle was over, the victors seemingly content with their results as they squabbled among themselves.

Vyatoris, for his part, was incredibly still alive. His lightning had, regrettably, done little in the way of damaged to the Winged Goddess, his lightsaber even less so to the Fanged God. What was that he said about being hasty? He quickly found himself being levitated away from his crater, towards one of the few nearby buildings in the area. Vyatoris offered little resistance to the manhandling, not that he really could even if he wanted to. What surge of power he had harnessed had dissipated as quickly as it had arrived, leaving him a broken man in more ways than one.

The first lesson was to act cautiously.. to think before acting.. Simply fantastic work there.. Vyatoris thought ,offering a sheepish smile to the scowling face of Insipid.

Insipid hissed at him as he placed him the shadow of the building. "You're not supposed to try and fight the monsters I ran away from. Learn, before your afterlife is forfeit!"

Vyatoris slowly sat up, beginning the familiar task of stitching together internal wounds with the force. "Hng.. Trust me, lesson learned.. Consider me your shadow for the foreseeable future.." He grunted in protests as his shoulder suddenly popped back into place, an assist from Insipid. "Let's chalk that character trait up to my first Master, eh?"

"While clearly pointless.. Did it at least look impressive?" Vyatoris asked, unable to suppress chuckling as well. "My failures always seem to look cool, if nothing else."

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IC: Darth Vyatoris
Undead Safari

Like a renowned maestro before his orchestra, Vyatoris sent a flow of the dark side throughout his body, practically willing his body to once again stitch itself back together. As was becoming a frankly worrying trend, apparently even after death, bone, muscles, sinews and tendons, all began the process of mending themselves, all under the deft direction of Vyatoris' hand.

The Miraluka followed behind Insipid, casting a cursory glance up at his most recent attackers. "I was under the impression that the Force had no need of physical avatars.. This is certainly the first I have ever heard of such a phenomena.." He said, stroking his chin. "Perhaps the Force has simply figured out a way to make do after their deaths.." Vyatoris offered, before chuckling to himself. "How is it that we all rely so heavily on the Force, yet no nothing about it?"

Such talk always brought about unnerving questions. Questions which seldom had helpful answers, if any at all. Did the very nature of the Force allow such abstract concepts as free will? It certainly influenced the galaxy at large in some manner, both subtly and obtusely. Vyatoris perished the thought without further debate. Such questions had been debated for as long as the galaxy had known about the force. It's secrets were certainly not going to be uncovered by a single dead Sith.

But a group of Sith on the other hand.. All dedicated to a singular cause of the acquisition of knowledge.. The thought came and went, leaving the Miraluka with a wistful frown. As if.

Vyatoris offered Insipid a shrug in response to his open-ended questions. "Frankly, I'm surprised that we haven't run into other pilgrims like ourselves. You would have thought that at least someone would have found this place before us." He said, pausing to stare at a passing Pureblood Sith. "As you've alluded to, time doesn't appear to be linear in this place.. Although, perhaps if there is anyone else, they've simply made it further in?"

He offered the Pureblood a tiny wave, which was promptly ignored. Vyatoris shrugged and continued on.

As they walked, Vyatoris slowly became aware of something pulling his attention away from the city, a subtle tugging which had at some point altered their path towards the outskirts of the City.

"Can you feel that?" Insipid asked.

Vyatoris gave a shallow nod, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. Something was off, like the sense of unease felt right before a bad storm. The central clock tower burst suddenly into flames, followed shortly thereafter by the town itself.

Yet, Vyatoris felt nothing unique about the situation, simply a feeling of "yeah alright". Coupled with the seeming lack of panic from the city itself about the general situation, he just cocked an eyebrow and continued behind Insipid. "My thoughts exactly, My Lord." He stated, without a hint of humor. "I take it you know the way?"

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IC: Darth Vyatoris
Broken Mirrors

The screams came later, delayed in their increasing cacophony as the city below became swallowed in crimson hellfire. Vyatoris stood quietly, stone faced as his senses were battered by the wails of the recently damned. The Miraluka clenched his fists, his frame trembling in grief.

He couldn't escape from what was happening below. The Force had gifted his species with sight, and now he wished for nothing more than to have it be stripped away. Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, all would perish tonight, as the encroaching flames melted flesh from bone in unspeakable torment.

"Come on, this way," Insipid said, grimacing.

Vyatoris nodded sullenly, using what little willpower he had left to focus on the back of Insipid's head, counting each strand of hair as the Force branded images of agony into his brain. Not since Bedlam had he borne witness to such destruction. Not since Typhojem and his cadre of other Gods at his back. The Miraluka had broken then, his mind shattering to protect himself. The pair continued their solemn march through the ruined streets, traversing over the broken remains of building and body alike.

Vyatoris' breath hastened, as what minuscule mental barriers he had remaining were peeled back, stripped away as rolling waves of death washed over him. His knuckles became bone white, clenched together in a death grip as he followed behind Insipid.

One thousand one hundred and twenty.. One thousand one hundred twenty one.. One thousand..One hundred and twenty two.. One thousand..-

It was too much. He couldn't breath, he couldn't think! Insipid had brought him here! This was his fault! Kill him! End his torment and our own!

He grimaced, hyperventilating as he grabbed a fistful of his own hair in his hands. One thousand t..three h-hundred..!

The world turned a blinding white, the sounds and sights of the dying city fading from view.

Vyatoris found himself unceremoniously on his hands and knees, dry-heaving into the arid dirt mere inches from his face. Minutes passed with the Miraluka holding his position, hacking and coughing up whatever constituted the contents of his stomach. Gingerly, he began to rise to his feet, tentatively rubbing at his temples with his fingers.

Even in death, he found himself lacking. Once again reduced to a vulnerable mess, his mind defenseless against the elder horrors of the Force. Pathetic. He glanced towards Insipid, his changed appearance failing to immediately register. "I.. I'm sorry.. I d-don't.. I don't know what happened.. I couldn't block it out.." He whispered,exhaling heavily. "I'm sorry.."

Vyatoris chewed on his lip, the fingers that were massaging his temple moving back to run through his hair. He faltered, feeling something which hadn't hung behind his ear since before his reawakening. But, but that was impossible. With agonizing trepidation, he curled his fingers around the object and slowly pulled it forwards into view.

A braid, no more than an inch in circumference of silver-white hair. With trembling fingers, he released the braid of hair, letting it fall back into place as he looked towards Insipid in abject curiosity. Insipid was different as well, younger, less world-weary. Younger.

Vyatoris rocked on his heels, unable to form words as realization came crashing down upon him. W-why.. Why do I have my Padawan braid..? I don't want this. I don't want to see this me again..! Please? He mindlessly rolled his Padawan braid between his fingertips, an old habit he had developed during time of stress. It didn't bring comfort this time. Only memories, of pain and betrayal of his own doing.

Why? He silently mouthed, trembling once more.


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OOC: Yay more Miraluka trauma

 

IC: Darth Vyatoris
A Forced retrospective

Vyatoris glared at the mocking tone of the Emperor, his erratic heart rate slowing as he took the moment to seethe in burning indignation. The fury brought with it focus, and with focus, came peace.

With shaking fists, Vyatoris exhaled, waiting a moment before responding to the Emperor's chuckle with one of his own, albeit steeped with ire. "I never was one for a.. stable career, my Lord." He grumbled humorlessly, crossing his arms across his chest. "Look.. Can we just.. keep moving, please?" Vyatoris turned away from Insipid, taking in his surroundings, or lack thereof. "We can talk about.. this.. at a later time, alright? J-just.. not now.."

A sudden ethereal howl derailed his train of thought, sending Vyatoris reeling backwards as he covered his ears in pain. A moment later, nothing. Silence. Wearily, Vyatoris rubbed at his temples, a futile gesture to ease the growing headache pounding behind his vestigial eyes. "What is it, more vengeful spirits?" He turned, finding himself utterly alone in the void. "Emperor..?" He asked, tentatively prodding the air Insipid had occupied mere moments before with his fingers.

"..Hello..?"

Vyatoris looked around the room, finding no hints that it had ever been occupied other than himself. Even the Force, the way through which he viewed the world, offered nothing in the way of answers. Which didn't make any sense, because all living things gave off some sort of aura through the Force, a signature which clued him in on the owner's identity. Even those who chose to hide their aura still gave off something, although it was usually disguised through the general background noise of the galaxy. But now? There was nothing.

Vyatoris brought a hand to his chin, thinking back on the journey so far. Insipid has said that he had let a body he had reanimated be consumed by the Anzati, but that he himself was still alive in the real world. So.. It would stand to reason that if he's dead in here.. Then it would have to mean the 'real' him met the same fate out there..

Vyatoris' arms fell to his sides as the full weight of the realization struck home. "Insipid.. Dead?" He quietly asked to the empty room. "Is that even possible..?"

Seemingly in answer, a figure apparated in the same spot as the late-Insipid.

So he finally died. Took a while.

You've late too, but I cannot blame you entirely, can I? It said, the words forming within Vyatoris' mind rather than being spoken aloud.

The room became his quiet dorm in the Jedi Temple, before he fell. Before he even saw the end of the Jedi-Sith War.

So, you're here to pass through to the Truth. You've sold Daritha Charon your soul for a pittance.

There is no Truth; only Treachery.

There was a rap at the door; it would be his Master, undoubtedly.

Vyatoris jerked his head towards the door, a cold sweat appearing on his brow. "No.. No it can't be.." His said in a low whisper. He took a step forwards, hesitantly reaching a hand towards the door's handle. Silent tremors shook his hand as he grabbed hold of the door handle in an iron grip. He knew what would be on the other side of such a door, or rather whom. He had tried so hard to bury what had happened, what he had done, into the farthest recesses of his mind, and found little success.

The person behind the door knocked again, sending fresh tremors throughout Vyatoris' younger body. You've run from this, from her, for too long.. It's time to face the consequences..

With a heart threatening to leap out from the confines of his chest, Vyatoris unlocked the door, and threw it open, awaiting whatever came next in silent agony.

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IC: Darth Vyatoris
An eternal nightmare

The door opened, and after a thousand years, the Padawan was face to face with the Master. Vyatoris stood rooted to the ground, paralyzed as the shambling collection of bones and rot that was his old Master crept closer to him, her lightsaber raised overhead.

Vyatoris' frame trembled like a leaf in the wind, as he realized where he was in his own life story. It was here, in this very room, he had thrown away any chance of remaining a Jedi. It was here he had forsaken himself to a millennium of torment in a Sith stasis-chamber.. And for what? His 'rebirth' into a Sith had brought him nothing but misery, and eventual death.

All to relive this moment, this shatterpoint in the force. Before, he had struck first, consumed by the primal need to survive. But now, as Vyatoris watched his old Master raise her blade above her head in a killing blow, he remained motionless, unsure of himself.

As he peered into the empty eye-sockets, tears of his own began to flow out from underneath the ribbon of cloth wrapped across his face. It's a corpse, a 'thing' designed to torment. Not Aseda.. Not her. Put it down.. and move on. Vyatoris tried to move his hands, tried to bring his own blade up to defend himself, but nothing happened. Try as he might, he couldn't ignore what, or who was in front of him.

Even after all these countless years, the corpse before him was still unmistakably his Master. Even through the rot and decay, it was still her. Vyatoris offered her a pained smile, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "You're right.." He whispered, shaking his head. "I-I ruined everything.."

A forced cackle rocked his frame as Vyatoris tore his gaze from the empty sockets of Aseda, gripping fistfuls of his own hair. "I.. I can't even give you an answer!" Another pained laugh erupted from his belly. "It was all for nothing! Nothing! I'm still dead, with nothing to show for it!"

Vyatoris lept forward, grabbing Aseda's dominant hand by the wrist in a death grip, keeping the blade positioned over her head. He leaned in close, bringing his nose mere inches away from what remained of her own. "Spirits.. I want you to strike me down Master..! To finally grant you the justice you so desperately deserve..!" His said in a cracking voice. He grunted, as he found his hands slowly buckling under the strength of Aseda.

"But.. That wouldn't be right.. Would it Master..?" He said, dropping his chin. "What happened here... What I did? There's no changing it. I relive it every night in my dreams.. Analyzing every step which brought us here, to this moment. But nothing changes, I always end up here. Sometimes, it takes a few more years. Other times.. It's sooner, and you're able to stop me.." Vyatoris exhaled, returning his gaze once more into the empty sockets of his Master.

"Everything always leads us here, my love." Vyatoris whispers, a faint smile returning to his face. "I promised I would never allow myself to feel the pull of the Light again. After your death, that was all I could offer you in recompense.. I would never love, I would never feel joy.. No, those I would leave with you, my Master."

Vyatoris suddenly pivoted on his heels and pushed his back into the chest of Aseda before yanking her lightsaber arm down over his shoulder in a single motion. Accompanied by a timely push of the Force, the maneuver resulted in Aseda flipping over his shoulder and being thrown against the interior wall of his dorm room.

Vyatoris sneered, dropping into a low stance as his own lightsaber jumped into an open palm and ignited. "I will kill you once and for all, my old Master, and this time, you'll forever stay locked in my memories, never again to challenge me!"

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IC: Darth Vyatoris

Vyatoris watched the remains of his former Master dissolve into nothingness, a mixture of relief and sadness washing over him. Once more, she was dead at his hand, yet, this time, it was different. This time, Vyatoris felt like he had been in full control. It was his decision. His.

Vyatoris sighed, extinguishing his blade as he wiped away the remnants of his tears. "Farewell Master.. Sleep well." He whispered, offering a small bow of his head to the area his Master's corpse had dissolved from.

The room shifted in turn, transporting the Miraluka somewhere new, but also the same. Vyatoris took in his surroundings cautiously, finding his familiar Temple halls adorned in Sith-red tapestries, accompanied by armored Sith wandering the corridors.

Vyatoris exhaled sharply as what felt like a great weight suddenly pressed down against his sternum. Tentatively, he brought a hand to the hair behind his ear, surprised to find no evidence of a Padawan's braid ever being present. Looking downwards, he became aware that even his own robes had changed. Gone were the snow-white robes he had worn as a Padawan, gone were the golden inscriptions he had agonized over hand-stitching. All replaced by a blackened combat suit, accented with blood-red lining.

He stumbled forwards, finding it easier to move by half-supporting his weight against the sloped inner walls of the Temple. The many passing Sith all but ignored him, treating him as nothing more than a background oddity, nothing to take seriously. Where, or 'when' am I? Did the Temple fall after my desertion? But how? Vyaotirs thought, taking care to turn a corner without bumping into anyone. Hngh.. And my chest.. Did.. Was It always like this?

Eventually, he exited out into a circular lecture hall of sorts, which appeared to have been repurposed into a command center by the Sith. In the very center, standing taller than any of his compatriots, was a single, armored figure. A silhouette which had been burned into his head throughout his years as a Jedi. Down below, stood Darth Bane. Vyatoris had learned what he could of the near mythical Sith figure in the future, after his reawakening of course. But to see him in the flesh?

The Miraluka paused, the weight on his chest seemingly fading away into obscurity as his attention laser-focused on the Sith before him. He knew, vaguely, what Bane had done at the end of the Ruusan campaigns.. Heard snippets of rumors. But it was Vyatoris' understanding that Bane himself had all but disappeared afterwards.. He hadn't led further Sith campaigns..

Vyatoris inadvertently chuckled. Oh if only Darth Cocytus was here to see this..Would destroy the shutta to find his hero breaking his idolized Rule of Two. He thought, taking a subconscious half-step backwards as he noticed Darth Bane striding directly towards him. Ah. Why.. Why is he coming this way?

He furrowed his brow, before taking the hilt of his own lightsaber in his hand, keeping it extinguished for the time being. "For what do I owe the pleasure, my Lord?" He asked as Bane moved ever closer.


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IC: Darth Vyatoris

Vyatoris winced, working his jaw as the taste of iron began pooling in his mouth. He grunted, slowly returning Bane's gaze with a disdainful frown. "Mhm, and yet, he is still dead, no?" He replied, spitting off to the side. "So, are you just going to taunt me, or are we going to move on to what this is really about?"

He crossed his arms across his chest, sending the hilt of his lightsaber to casually float within hand's reach behind him. He was growing weary of the Netherworld's tricks, for once, he just wanted a simple answer. But, for a simple answer, he would need to know what question to ask in the first place..

"So this both 'is' and isn't' Darth Bane.. Okay.. So then, who's this Dark Man you speak of?" Vyatoris whispered back to the Spectral Figure, keeping his gaze solely fixated on Darth Bane. "And what does this all have to do with me anyways? I mean.. I don't recall ever meeting 'him' in person.. So why me?"

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