Darth Splinter
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An Unstable Past(The story of Darth Splinter)Chapter 1
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Coruscant, Industrial District
The room was littered with bodies. They were slaughtered like the animals they were. Trandoshans, Barbels, Rodians, and countless other scum. Their blood smeared thecold, grey, metallic floor. Some might say they didn't deserve what they had coming, but with an influence like the Dark Side, everyone pays a price for their actions.
"Please, I can pay you double, no, triple of whatever price you were hired by. Just don't kill me!" Dav's face was highlighted with fears. This was a common look among his many pitiful pawns. But sympathy was a trait that you lost, even if you were the most forgiving person, when you fell to the Dark Side of the force.
"I don't desire money, nor letting you live. But if you can give me what I want, maybe you'll get lucky." Said Raaton with a simple intensity in his voice. He grabbed the rogue polition by the neck with just enough strengnth to keep him alive, but still painful
"Is this about your parents? I tell you, all I did was send some mercenaries to secure the shop center, I swear! I was unknowing of your Corellian heritage!"
"Liar!" Yelled Raaton. He pulled a vibro dagger, lifted it in the air, and drived it into the hand of Dav. Dav screamed in pain as he witness his hand was stuck to the table because of the manuever. "You knew about my heritage, damn it! I know of your predjudices! Don't squel to me like an animal in pain! You're not making things any better."
Dav's face now consisted of seriosity and truth, but he couldn't hide much. He looked Raaton in the eyes and began to speak. "Mark my words, Sith: I didn't...kill...your father."
"Of course you didn't" Then, Raaton pulled the knife out of Dav's hand, which was already soaked with blood, pushed the human halfway onto the table, drived the dagger into Dav's neck. He watched the human gasp for air, but only allowed more blood to escape through his mouth. It was a matter of seconds before he died. "I'll se you in hell." Said Raaton, and left the building.
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Raaton began to walk down the alley of the district, where you could witness a building that looked innocent on the outside, but vile on the inside. "Well done, my apprentice. It is devotion to missions like that, that will give you status in our empire." Said Darth Tarna with a hint of pleasure.
Raaton didn't make eye contact with his master, but replied. "It's not status and power I truely desire, but revenge." Moments after those words, Raaton pulled out what looked like a detonation device, and it was. He pulled the trigger, and the entire district was engulfed in flames.
Splinter woke up with a jolt of energy. He looked around the street as if he had been there for the first time. He was at home, or what some might now call 'Battlefield: Dol Gorath'. The Supreme Prophet rubbed his head and settled himself back into bed, but didn't fall asleep. "Memories and dreams. Not a good combonation." Murmured Splinter to himself. He hadn't seen the last of these dreams, though.
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