The Will of the Force

Draco Korr

Draco decended the small set of dusty stairs leading down into the small cantina and opened the door. The lighting was set to a minimum throughout the place and the smell of several different foul smelling smokes rushed him as the air inside the dank bar escaped through the open doorway. The place fell silent as he entered and he scanned the entirety of the place, trying to locate a place to sit.

Draco was still puzzling over the real reason he had come here. He didn't have a cause or a reason, it was just what the Force had willed him to do... it had guided him here with visions that were greatly incomplete. All he knew is that he was supposed to meet someone, but he had no clue as to who. He located a medium sized table in a dark corner that accompanied a booth that curved with the corner in which it was sitting. He started toward the table and he recieved stares from the patrons as he made his way through the crowd.

Draco approached the booth and sat down while waving at the Sullustan waitress with two fingers. She approached him with a bit of a studder in her step and Draco knew that she feared him. "Can...I... help you sir?" Draco didn't look up at her, instead, he kept his features confined to the safty of his oversized hood draped over his head.

"Give me a tall one." His calm but battle worn raspy voice came and fell like venom over the silent onlookers.

"What type?" she shook in response.

"Doesn't matter." Giving his head one slight shake.

"Spiced?"

"Yes... Anything Iridonian made."

She turned on her stiff heels and left quickly. Draco could tell that she really didn't want to be near him. By this time, the frozen patrons began slowly resuming their current activities and coversations... Except for one table inparticular. Draco closed his eyes and reached out through the force with his senses, enveloping the small table and its occupants. Quickly, he began feeling excitement, nervousness, anger and a hint of conspiracy. Draco opened his eyes as the waitress returned and sat down a golden colored drink without a sound or a word, then she disappeared once again.

Draco began drinking and keeping his energy focused on the table behind him, the one with the mysterious occupants. About half way through his drink, he felt a stirring at said table... one of the guys, a teenager by the feel of him, began approaching him. When he approached, he unharnessed a very dirty but well constructed vibroblade and held it down at his side. A hush fell over the Cantina once again.

"Put it away kid. You are barking at the wrong Bantha."

"Yeah?! Well I think I need to...dispose of you. It will be my initiation into my gang over there."

"Are you really foolish enough to believe you can win this fight?"

"I think you are old and slow enough for me to do so." The man's friends, still at their table, erupted into laughter.

Draco looked up for the first time and revealed his yellow eyes.

"Apperances can be decieveing my friend. I ask you now, turn around and go back to your friends and drink. There will be no cause for harm then."

Draco took another drink from his glass.

The man raised the blade in front of him and at the same time, Draco laid his Lightsaber hilt on the dusty table and slammed his glass down in front of him, splattering a Dune Beetle trying to scurry across the table undetected. Draco stood...Furiousity and immpatience pouring from him.

"I grow weary of your games child. I will not ask you again. If you think yourself experienced enough to beat me then do it...Stain your blade with my blood. But I assure you, you have a better chance of winning a million credits at that fixed Sabacc table over there in the corner."

Just then, an arguement and then a scuffle broke out over the Sabacc table.

The boy swung down in a vertical slash that would have split Draco in two. Draco made but a finger twitch and the blade bent 90 degrees, screeching in protest as it did. This caused the blade to miss Draco's head and put his opponent off balance. Draco grabbed him by the throat, spun and planted him on the table with a *THUD*. The boys friends got up and rushed toward Draco, attempting to help their friend that was now at the mercy of Draco's wrath. Draco threw a hand out without looking away from his victim and all the new would be attackers flew backwards and fell, hitting walls, patrons and furniture in their flight paths...none attempted to get up.

"I told you boy! You can not win this fight! Now, what reason do I have not to rip your head off and feed on your rotting carcuss?"

The boy was shaking wildly as fear had overwhelmed him.

"You reek of fear boy!" Draco let him go. " You're not worth the effort it would take. Get outta here...Before I change my mind."

The guy stood and ran faster than the waitress... Draco sat and continued his drink...waiting for the mystery person he had come to meet...

(It is up to the readers and RPers as to if he meets this person or not...Will it be you?)
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Sirak Sazen

I'll join as Sirak Sazen.
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Lord Invictus

Draco Korr

Sirak, if you wish to join, then it is okay with me. I have no quarrels playing role playing with anyone and I'm very good at adjusting stories to allow new arrivals and surprises.
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Sirak Sazen

((OOC: Haha, sorry. I posted this in the wrong forum. I was aiming for the discussion board. Sorry. Embarassed

However, I won't join as Sirak Sazen. I'll join as Ryn Perry.))

The screams and and chaos of the prior events rang meaningless through Ryn's ears. He had been lying on the table, sleeping in his drunkenness. How low he had sunk to become nothing more than a drunken scum in this remote cantina, no better than the lowliest of filth and galactic decay that roamed these streets. The Galaxy was a lie to him.

Ryn caught a glimpse of the waitress walking towards him as he awoke from his binge. "Just p-put it on my tab." The words slurred out of his mouth. He tried to pick himself up and stumbled out of his seat. Something had caught his attention and awareness gripped his mind. The Dark Side was close, in this cantina. Ryn could even tell what table the aroma was originating from. Before he had a chance to sit at the table, another patron sat down. This one too reaked of the Dark Side. Ryn instead sat on the other side of the cantina, listening in on their conversation.
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Draco Korr

Draco felt a dark presence in the force appraching. He eyed the door as it flew open and a cloaked figure waltzed in. He watched as the waitress approached the man and while he turned down the drink offer. The figure approached Draco's table and just sat without saying a word. "I'm afraid that I need no drinking companions this day friend. A little advice, relocate yourself." Draco said while sipping his drink. It was peculiar, Draco had sensed his presence before, but he couldn't remember where. It was like a vague dream echoing over into real life and drinking with him. The reason for this had to be because Draco had only met him breifly. Still, force presences were like scars, you may forget how exactly you had aquired them, but nevertheless, they were there. Draco allowed his hand to fall in his lap...and onto his lightsaber.
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Lord Invictus

"My friend.... I am not a drinking companion," Invictus slyly replied.

Draco's face twisted in distaste as he heard the raspy voice of Invictus flow out.

"It is the will of the force I would meet you here. Your name?"

Draco knew not to give out his name to anyone, but something about Invictus was oddly... well, impossible to deny anything to. He was a dark presence, an evil beyond no doubt, but Draco wouldn't ignore or lie to him just yet.

"Draco, and yours?"

Invictus was displeased for two reasons. One, he had wished for a fuller name.... something to actually use to gain information. There were probably two hundred Dracos in this district of town- it was impossible to gain anything from that. Then again, Invictus hadn't suspected even someone with his politically-adept tongue to be able to suck out everything from an intelligent force-user. Second, Invictus couldn't share his name... time eroded it... his name was merely a shell of a dead child; nothing more.

".... Karo...."

Invictus felt he could go further without revealing himself.

"Short for Karoldius."

"Fascinating." The sarcastic comment allowed for Draco to have a quiet laugh with himself.

Avoiding an awkward silence, Invictus laughed as well. Once the laughing had occured, the bar had returned to its general state of things. Invictus gazed forward at Draco, sensing the force presence within him.

"Dark Brotherhood, eh?" Invictus chanced.

Draco's eyes bulged, and both of the force users fingered their lightsabers, neither yet willing to open a duel.
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Draco Korr

As he heard the words snake out from the dark hood, Draco's eyes widened, but not in shock, in understanding. "Dark Brotherhood eh?"

That's it. This was someone Draco had crossed paths with back when the brotherhood still existed. This had to be the case because Draco knew he was no brother and only the members of the brotherhood knew that the tribal markings upon their flesh were native only to their guild. All members of the brotherhood had tattoos. But to anyone aside from his brothers and sisters there was no way to tell if these were normal tattoos or not.

The tattoos of the brotherhood carried special, sacred meanings. When one joined, they had their house logo tattooed on a specified part of their body. As they accomplished major things, more tattoos were added, and in spacific ways. It was said that when you look at a fully decorated Lord like Draco, you could read the story of their past. If you knew how to read the brotherhood tribals, it was as plain as if a holo were there in front of you giving you the info.

If he was no brother, then he couldn't know what these marks meant. Draco held his empty cup in one hand and released his saber to wave down the waitress for another, then laid his hand on the table. A bold move to be sure, but Draco knew that if he knew of the brotherhood, then he had to know what Draco was capable of doing. If he was friend, he would not attack. If he was foe, he would surely like to extract information before attacking. Could he be a recruit? Possibly, but Draco hadn't exactly been announcing that he was recruiting. This was very odd indeed.

"Indeed." Draco said with a nod, voice holding as much venom as the stranger's across from him. "We are recruiting. Care to join?" Draco's face mixed with sarcasim and impatience. Draco's next statement reeked of sarcasim. "You would be a most powerful apprentice indeed."
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Lord Invictus

Invictus sensed the somewhat light-hearted sarcasm in the most recent statement.

If only he knew... this bar would be even less pleasant....

It was true, Invictus knew not of Draco's history. He had never decoded the symbolism- or at least, accurately decoded it- of the tatoos.

There were only three occasions of battle with the brotherhood Invictus had been through. One was as a knight many years ago... he hardly recognized Draco as one from the battle, so he assumed he was on of the "green" troops at the time apparantally on training outside the fortress.

During battle at the fortress, Invictus had fought alongside a mid-sized force of Sith, blasting the front of the fortress to smithereens. He had taken note of the tattoos (most of which were decorating the entire body of those wearing them) on every member of the building, using that as a way to identify Dark Brotherhood members. They all shared the same similar way of "writing"... all unique.... but so very similar.

Every member of the fortress attending was slain in the battle. Since then, Invictus has hunted down the members of the party Draco had been training. Two- experienced force users by the time Karo had attacked them- were already dead. Their preserved bodies remained in Invictus' possession- kept in a private vault dedicated to the Sith Lord on Korribaan.

Fumbling with his words mentally, Invictus eventually put together a response to what would become his foe across the table. It was drastic, but perhaps a way to tear apart the already weak Brotherhood.

"Yes... long have a researched- and looked for- the Dark Brotherhood...." was the response.

A Sith Lord with a master? Sacrilege! But the Order had charged him with this task, and no matter how blasphemous the action, it would be overlooked by the Sith judicial system (a system Invictus held significant power over).
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Draco Korr

Deception was thick in the dank air. Draco could almost taste it's foul but familiar presence. But he couldn't pinpoint wether it was the man sitting in front of him, or the man across the bar that had been evesdropping on their conversation the entire time. Draco hadn't paid the man any mind, but nevertheless, Draco knew he was there...perhaps the deception was from both. Either way you broke down the situation, Draco had no choice but to go along with the whole situation...for it was by the will of the force that he was to be here...and Draco never resisted against it's will. It's what's kept him alive all these years.

Draco, even while hearing the man's answer, never looked at Karo in his eyes. He never trusted ANYONE until he was presented with a reason to do so. Karo's aura echoed through the shadows of the force, using it as a sort of veil to keep from revealing all that there was to see of him. Draco had come into contact with his kind many times before...some were loyal...and some turned on him, attempting to kill him...and they failed miserably. Draco would go along with this, he had no choice. But in the meantime, he would sleep with one eye open...and one hand on his sabers.

Draco looked Karo directly in the eyes for the first time after Karo accepted his offer. "This is not something to be taken lightly. Many have attempted to hack it in the brotherhood and failed. I sense that you are strong enough, but you cannot join until you can be trusted as one trusts a family member. I will take you in, not as an apprentice, but as an aquaintence. You will fight along side me and prove your loyalty. You will learn the ways of the brotherhood and it sole purposes for existance. Then you will need to learn about our ranks and how to both join them and progress through them. But I assure you, if you betray us, conspire against us or make a mockery out of us...then the penalty is death...and die you will."

Draco's voice echoed with the highest volumes of seriousness. His face accompanied no hints of humor or lies. The force thundered through his body, and so much so that the tiny flame deep within him suddenly raged like blazing inferno. Now Karo truely saw how strong and well trained Draco was. He had grown in power considerably since they had last met. Everyone inside the little cantina seemed to quiet at his words...and all gave stares that let Karo know that they did not envy him...
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Sirak Sazen

The seemingly important conversation transpired virtually unnoticed by the other bar patrons. Ryn seemed to be the only one paying attention even in his drunken state. The confrontation visibily grew more heated at every exchanged word. It could only be a matter of time before something gave way. Much of it was blocked out by Ryn, but a few words spoken by the one man. Dark Brotherhood.... I know I've heard of that before. Despite his curiosity, he took a great swig from the bottle lying half-empty at his feet. The drink seemed to push him over his human limits of intoxication. He clumsily rose to his feet and spoke to one of the men. "Master Reeve sends his regards, my bro..." Ryn couldn't manage the last few words before he collapsed at the pair's feet.
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RainaRose

((ALERT: OKAYYY Going to input here Invictus you are GOD MODDING. You can't make Draco's face twist in disgust. Only Draco can do that...PS...Draco THANK YOU for not God Modding. Um...I want to join.))

A young looking waitress who had been watching the display with anticipation at not being able to hear the words being passed by the two strangers, watched the human collaps with curiousity and worry. He sharp blue eyes took on the scene with excact capability and understand. She saw what the two were. She had seen the moment that they had dragged themselves through the door and and carefully sat with the looks of judgement and rage. She may have been a human, but that didn't mean she had to act like a normal 21 year old human girl.

Quietly she made her way over the the collapsed man, thinking of a way to get him out of the other two's reach. Her hair was pulled up into a long pony tail, trailing down her back with a few loose strand to frame her face perfectly. Her eyes were hard, cold. As she approched the two she was unafraid. She held no fear in her walk, in her stance, in the way she handled herself. It was frustrating to have to act strong in a short skirt and tight shirt, but then again she had to live. Her name Tag read RAINA in bold letters.

"Sorry about him." She mummbled, picking him up by slinging one of the arms of the passed out stranger over her shoulder.

For a human, she was beautiful.
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"If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain."

Crozeus

((It's not god-modding, as he isn't playing God over Draco. It's only a bit of literary addition.))
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http://www.eternalsithorder.com/forum/index.php

A history lesson:

Sephiroth

All was turmoil within Leon Danex's mind. He had returned to the Jedi last year, after having been a Sith for over 5 years of his life. He'd even tried to instigate a coup and had planned to control the Sith himself, but that never worked out. To this day, he still had problems sometimes with the memories of what he did. How did he deal with it? He drank.....a lot. That was his current predicament, he was on the fringe of being drunk, with his vision blurry here and there, and his mind wouldn't stop racing.

He wanted more, more alcohal to drown out his sorrow, his rage. It was something that he couldn't handle on his own, so he let the drinking take care of it. Slowly, shakingly, he found his way down the steps and into the cantina. Even though his senses were dulled from drinking, he could sense darksiders in this bar. Sitting together, a lot of tension between them, most likely a fight would break out. Oh well, as long as he could dwelve into dispair, then it didn't matter to him. A blonde haired waitress walked towards him, a passed out customer on her shoulders, he smelled like the dark side too, she looked at him with a small apologetic smile.

"I'll be with you in a minute sir, just let me help him." He nodded to her, she was quite beautiful and part of him lusted for her already. He had to ignore that however, and concentrate on his drunken state.

Just a few steps.....that booth He sat down at a small booth halfway from the two dark siders, about ten feet from the passed out dark sider, and the sexy waitress was right next to him. "Please.....something to put me out for the day. Something with 180 proof please." He didn't wait for her response as he put his head on the table, closing his eyes and waiting to see how the dark siders in the room would act.
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"If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain."

Lord Invictus

((Raina, try to at least comment on other's roleplaying in a respectful way. Also, try to make your rants on something you actually know about. If I said,

"Then Draco attacked me and I killed him."

What am I supposed to say?

"Then Invictus looked at Draco's blank face, waiting for the author to create an emotion of some sort."

Raina, don't write any snide comments about roleplaying criticism when you haven't yet participated in a single roleplay, nor do you know key terms like "godmode". You could have at least said "Invictus, don't godmode" respectively.))

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