Dark Side Sanctum

Pretty dark it is. Some light I bring for you.

 

Together Masfer, we shall bring glory to the Sith and peace to the galaxy.

 

My Master @NinjaRen has commanded me to spar with his Knights. I shall do as he bids me.


APPRENTICE TRAINS WITH KOR



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PART I of VI

Setting: A massive valley filled with grey stone tombs in the shape of pyramids. In the center a mighty obsidian citadel, and in the lower levels a acolyte of darkness is found mediating...

Inside my hallowed tomb I mediate on the Darkness. There a faint red energy encircles my armor and I can feel the all to familiar chill of.. Bogan. My heat rate elevates, beating like a drum in the dark enclosure of this flesh shell. Between beats I sense another beat, it is faint, but drawing nearer. Accompanying this faint beat are others, two, three, four.. five.. ah.. they have arrived, The Knights of Ren.

I hear entering my sarcophagus the sound of metal scraping against stone. With each step, the jingling of lose chains and blades fills the air. One by one masked phantoms emerge from the shadows, armed with crude blades and axes. My back faces these warriors, my head bowed and my mind concentrating on the Force. The first knight lunged with axe in hand, and aimed at my back shoulder in a arch motion, two other knights sought to circle to my front with one jeering at my face with a mace.

‘My Master has taught you well.. ‘

With a swift move I commanding the Force and sped backwards, somersaulting. The Axe Knight in midswing was caught off guard, and we collided. Like a serpent I twisted around tell my hands were upon the Axeknight and my feet and knees pressed on his torso. I then with a jerk, sent the Axeman like a broken axehead into the other two knights who crashed upon the stone floor in a heap. I then sprung to my feet, and moved through the hallway where I encountered two more Knights of Ren armed with spears.

The two phantoms pointed the tips of their spear like blades and sprung towards me with the command of the Force. I could hear back in the tomb the sound of the other three knights recovering, and heading to the hallway. I sprinted towards the spearmen, the javelins like jaws seeking to latch on to me, I grabbed the circular shafts of wood, and vaulted over them and landed on the stone floor on my feet. The two spearmen in their momentum were unable to recover in time, and neigh impaled the axeknight and his company.

I rounded the corner of the hall through a labyrinth of passageways, and stairways, and reached the upper level. There on a square altar with two hiant spikes was a Sith Scrimitar. I took the weapon and tested the edge on my copper colored vembraces.

‘The blade is sharp.. it will do.’

I found myself alone no longer as the Knights of Ren entered the room. There was a skylight that allowed white blinding light to flood the middle of the room. I raised the blade beside my visor, and with command of the Darkness, lunged forward, the blades of the Knights of Ren enveloping me like the arms of brothers; a baptism in blades...


PART II coming soon...

 

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PART II of VI

The edges scraped around my armor, chiseling fresh runes on my brass chestpiecr and mask. I swept my sword like the Sarlaac tentecal and cut at the Knights, our blades singing the sad and familiar song of combat. Catching the axeknight off balance I pummeled his helm with the my handle and sent him crashing to the floor. The two Spearmen smote me with their wood handles, sending me backward towards the Maceknight. With a thunderious motion, the Maceknight cleaved at my head as I fell unto my back; my visor saw his steel ball shaped with edges coming for my eyes and reaching out with my hand I felt the cool chill surge through my veins, it pulsed and stung the tips of my fingers like needles until from them an invisible ripple met the mace and the knight, and both were hurled into the stone ceiling.

On the flat of my back I now endeavored to rise, when the Spearmen were upon me, thrusting their spears as if to fish for my flesh. The tips sunk into the stone tiles as I evaded, and rolled away from each strike. I rolling to my knees swung my Sith blade which clanged against their sharp tips. The momentum turning in my favor allowed me to cut at the two spearknights and force them into a retreat. The Axeknight joined the two Spearmen and began to charge. I seeing the Mace of the Maceknight took command of the Force and levitated the weapon to my free hand. I now parried the three knights with Jar Kai, my sword and mace twirling like extensions of my hands and meeting the blades of the knights. The clatter of the metal sang loud as the stones echoed the dance of warriors.

Catching the Axe knight’s axe with the tip of my sword, I caught the tip of my blade in one of three v shaped holes in the axehead; wrenching the weapon with a twist of my blade, I disarmed him and threw my mace with the Force into his chest, sending the knight across the pavement into a wall. Armed with my sword alone I struck at the Spearmen, shattering the long shaft of wood that one had and kicking him in the lower abdomen. The last Spear Knight thrusted at my side, and with a turn I caught the tip and shaft in my arm pit; with a jerk I wrenched it out of his hand, and taking the apesr I hurled it at him; causing the tip to plunged into his neckline mesh of mail. Before the other Spear Knight could recover, I kicked the helpless warrior in the head, rendering him unconscious.

I turned to see all the Knights incapacitated on the floor. I counted, one, two, three, four.. then it struck me like a bolt from a bandoler, where was the fifth? Turning my visage back to the altar, I saw a hooded figure with a mask. He held up a great cleaver which reflected the blinding light.

‘This knight only watched, when he could have assailed me with the rest. He waited for this, to have me all to himself.’

I took my stance, the steam from perspiration fogging my visor. The Cleaver Knight grasped the handle of his weapon and prepared to make contact. I sensed this knight would not go as easily as the rest to the depths of defeat.

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PART III of VI

The Cleaver Knight dashed from the light and swung his blade in a sweeping motion. My blade barely parried and I was pressed backward, stumbling over a knocked out knight in the cobbled floor. The Cleaverer continued to hammer me with blows, my very bones seemed to rattle. This knight had commad of hus rage and was pounding me like a gong.

My scrimtar chipped, shards flying like arrow heads and sparks everywhere. I saw a crack like a fissure of shadow along the fort and tang. The Cleaver Knight continued to barrage me with blows, my body being pressed like grapes and I felt hus edge make contact, driving my blade and his jnto my shoulder. I saw the crimson flow painf our blades, which seemed to fuel this Cleaverman’s rage. He beat me back against a wall and hit me with all his might with the flat of his blade; I bounced off the wall back to him and He smote me across the helm sending me to the floor. My ears ringing and I coughed crimson blood in my visor. I felf my consciousness fading and then I was lifted from back and hurled into the square bathed in blinding white light. My sight was fogged in blood and brightness as I felt the Cleaver Knight beat my chest with his blade, the pounding pressing my armor into my ribs and lungs. I felt with each blow my breath escape in a agony of drowning in my blood.

This knight was determined to kill me. I reached my hand out which he smote aside, the snapping sound as my forearm bone breaking echoed in the tomb, ..my tomb. My eyes closed and I felt the chill of death, my breath growing shallower, when I then felf another cold. This ice feeling was familiar, I could hear a voice: “Rise Lord Sai! Rise! Give into your hate! It has the power to save you.”

The Cleaver Knight continued to beat me into the floor, stones broke to pieces underneath me, when with his next stroke I reached with my right hand and point it to the axe of the fallen knight; it shook and scraped the floor, as the Cleaverman struck me once more. On the next stroke the axe flew to my hand, and I parried the cleaver and held it above my torso. The Cleaver Knight tried to press down and used his foot on my lower abdomen; but it rose as I got to a knee and then thrusted the knight backward. As he recovered, I lunged and struck with the axe, the blade dug into his neckline. I then pushed him against a wall and struck repeatedly with the flat of the axe, with each stroke I felt a rush, my voice raised like a beast as I beat the knight over and over; he fell to the ground and I hacked his head, and beat it repeatedly; as I unleashed another blow I felt a shaft of wood come around my neck and pull me off him. One of the Spearmen Knights had regained consciousness and was choaking me. I dropped the axe and grabbed the shaft of wood and tried to free myself with one hand. Finding it useless to pull on the shaft I reached my enemy’s hand and squeezed it with the Force, crushing his hand; the knight lost part of the handle and I used my back to knock him off balance. Taking the fallen spear I whirled it and smote the Spearlessman with the long wood handle. He fell in a heap to the floor.
I turned to see the other three knights stirring, and taking the opportunity fled to a stairway that went up a turrent, and into the tower of the citdel. I ascended the circular stairs until I came to a room with candles and gold circular half column with the symbol of the Sith. Upon it laid the hilt of a lightsaber.

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PART IV of VI

Inside the tip of the citdel I felt a rush of wind. A balcony extended from the spire, behind a crimson curtain. I stepped towards the column that held the lightsaber. The Praetor hilt protruding on the golden altar. My heart desired to sweep it into my hand and ignite it. But I hesitated. I realized that with the weapon I could finish off the Knights of Ren and end this mission. But in my mind a premonition grew. If I draw this weapon and strike down KOR, what new phantom will challenge me? I could still feel the pain of the beating that Cleaver Knight had given me. I cradled my broken forearm in my good arm.

‘No. This is too easy. Take the saber and something worse will emerge.’

I heard the clatter of footstep coming from the spiral stair case. Metal scraping against stone.

‘They are coming.’

I stood in front of the altar and waited for them. One..two..three..four and five, all of the knights emerged from the entersnce carrying their respective weapons. . The Knights began fo approach, their axes, maces, spears, and cleaver pointed towards me. I prepared for their attack, knowing full well I was cornered, and my only escape was to leap from the balacony to my death. No, this was my last stand.

The Knights of Ren reached five steps from me and as they took two more they raised their weapons and stabbed them.. into the ground. Each knelt before me on one knee. I found this homage puzzlingly. One of the knights, the one with the Cleaver spoke.

Cleaver: Our master bids us honor you. Take up your destiny.. take up the lightsaber.

I turned to look at the saber and then back to the Knights. I hesitated, a sense permeated me of foreboding.

KOR: Take up the mantel! Take up the mantel!

I reached for the Saber hilt and as I removed it, the column descended into the dloor and a loud shriek filled the entire citdel.

“What have I done?”

The Knights began to chant.

KOR: Terentatek! Terentatek! Terentatek!

The Knights rose facing the stair way and continuing the chant. I took the saber hilt and walked to the archway and looked back at the KOR who raised their weapons, ready to do battle. I heard the loud shriek again, it sent a chill to my bones. It was time to confront fear and master it, so that it may serve me. I ignited the lightsaber, its ruby blade bathing my mask in its light. I descended into the darkness, my brothers behind me, ready to face whatever awaited us in the bowels of this temple..

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PART V of VI

I descended the steps slowly, each step drew us closer to the source of the bloodcurdling shriek. I heard the chant of the Knights of Ren soften to a whisper. We reached the final steps and I with my ruby blade made the first advance, the darkened hallway filled with the light of my ruby blade. I heard a growl, and then the shriek resound once more. The Knights followed my steps as we rounded the next hall, another growl, this time louder.. closer. We came to a room, inside rubble, stones turned, and patches of cloth. I leaned to examine a fragment, and saw it was a Sith robe, torn asunder and beneath the hood a skull. Then I felt it, the familiar chill, the Darkness drawing someplace. I followed the trail down another hallway and into a massive darkened chamber. There I felt the Force in great potency. And then from the shadows a creature stepped into the faint light. It was massive, bipedal, and had spines like about its back like horns. If had a mouth with mandibles, jaws, and razor sharp teeth capable of swallowing me and the Knights of Ren whole. Lastly it had two massive sets of claws.

I heard the Knights chant once more: Terentatak!

The creature stirred from its bowed head and let out roar that shook the chamber. I felt the Force around me drawing to the creature.

‘Its feeding on the Force.’

The Terentatak sniffed at me and let out another roar. If began to step towards me with a mouth open wide. It dawned on me, it had eaten the Sith before. This monster fed on the Force and its users!

The Knights Ren formed behind me, their weapons drawn. I took a look at them and then gripping my saber, I charged the demon. The claws of the creature swung like massive branches with blades. I dodged tjem and struck at the underbelly. The Terentatak shrieked and two of the Spearmen threw their spears into the head of the beast. I slid to backside of the monster, its massive spines like spears dangled above me. The Terentatak then sweeped and thrusted its spines down; I rushed to get into one of gaps and the spikes struck the stone floor causing mini-crators. Taking my saber I cut at a spike and the creature stirred back to standing position. I saw Cleaver grabbing a mandible and slashing at the eyes of shadowy beast. The Axe Knight leap and sunk his blade into forehead. I swept under the belly and cut with my ruby blade.

The Terentatak shrieked and shook Axe off and grabbed Cleaver with his claws. He prepared to swallow Cleaverman whole when I struck the forearm, cutting it off and releasing Cleave. I formed up with the two Spearmen who had retrieved their javilins. We three stabbed at the Leviathan as our comrades recovered and formed up with their axe and mace. The Terentatak snarled and roared, it then barreled forward and knocked all of us down as it exited the chamber.

I recovered with the Knights and stood once more. I could sense the creature moving about the temple, it feeding in the Force. The hunter was bow the hunted. I called to the Darkness to lead me to this abomination.

The Knights and I came to the lower levels of the citdel, deep in the dungeons. There was bridges across waterways and aquaducts. I coukd hear the shrieks of Terentatak. We came to one of the bridges, the onyx water lapped and then.. I felt myself dragged into the water. Beneath the surface I saw jaws; My lightsaber lost in the darkness. The Knights plunged into the shadowy waters and sent the tips of their blades into the creature. I rose to get a breath and then went under again, I searched for the saber, but was grabbed by the beast and whirled in water like a tornado; the pressure of its grasp squeezed on my already tender ribs.

The knights assailed the monster and Axeman cut at the claws holding me in a clutch. It released and I swam upward, bubbles aurrounding me as I sought air at the surface. I found Mace who was battered, stripping his armor. He reached for a curved large dagger and seeing me bob on the surface, swam to my position and handed me the weapon. Mace then dived and I after a breath through my Mando Mask, followed him into the black pool. Below was darkness, and with the Force I searched for the beast. One of Spearmen floated pasted me to the surface. I dived deeper tell I reached the floor of this crypt of water. I sensed it, the Terentatak had entered a tunnel. I swam into it and saw light in the distance. In moments I reached shore and a cave system. I saw Cleaverman and Speadman assaulting the Dark Rsncor now dripping from its swim. I rushed to my comrades and leapt at the face of the Beast, stabbing my dagger in its eye. The Terentatak let out a shriek. It tossex its head and thew me. Cleave reached and helped me up, he then handed my lightsaber to me and nodded.

The Second Spear Knight emerged from shallows and we were now six against one. Igniting my saber, it hummed, as I let our a shout of rage and rushed the monster with my Master’s Knights. With the Force I leapt and reversing my grip stabbed the blade of my sabre into the head of the Beast; the Knight took their weapon and pushed from beneath the abdomen of the creature as it shrieked. Together we forced the Terentatak upon its back. I stabbed, and stabbed, with each blow I felt my fury grow; I cut and cut, the black blood spewing on to me. My hate burned with eaxh blow until I felt the Force which had swirled around the this monster fade. Soaked in the black blood I stood on the lower chin of the demon and saw it had given up the fight. The Knights of Ren carved the corpse, prodding it and checking to be sure it was cold. My visor was full of steam and my breaths shallow. We had won. The Knights and I the Apprentice had slain the abomination.

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PART VI of VI

The aftermath of it all was beginning to sink in. The corpse of the Trentatak had vaporized as if made of Force energy. The Knights of Ren had tested me as opponets and proven themselves as allies. I inspected them as they stood outside the citdel at attention. Each holding their weapons in a salute. My Master had been wise to put us together, I a Sith Apprentice and they knights. We had won glory in the temple and now we must prepare for our Lord’s return. The landing pad was lighted by white sqaures and it began to rain. The drops of liquid fell upon my armor, washing away the stains of our training, and the Trentatak’s blood.

I felt the chill, that familiar cold of the Darkness. My fury against the beast had unleashed something, and now I sought my Master’s guidance to help me understand it. I reaching for the lightsaber on my belt, held it outward, and ignited the blade. It crackled in the rain as it gave off its ruby hue. This weapon would serve the Darkness and strike fear into our enemies. The ruby blade a reminder of the blood yet to spill and the burning ire awakened inside.

Looking to the sky my visor anticipated the shuttle of my Master. I eagerly await his return to resume my training...



@NinjaRen

 

What is thy bidding, my masters?

 

It is good to see another Dark Sider. I am awaiting the return of my master on this landing platform. The rain is giving my armor s good rinse.

 

Darth Nihilus destroyer of planets! He is Death.. Star!

 

With my master’s @NinjaRen training I hope to master wielding this many sabers with the Force:

 

One of my favorite Siths of all time.

Darth Sarlacc, you did well, my apprentice!

 

You do me great honor Master. *Bows*

Your guidance carried me through. Your knights are fine warriors. They proved their valir in the temple.

 

Holorecording: Mission // Investigation into Fett’s Death, Location: Tatooine, Dune Sea, 1700hrs

From what the records of our Sith archives show, Boba Fett was seen last on Jabba’s Barge in the Dune Sea. In an altercation with Luke Skywalker, Fett was comsumed by the Sarlaac and presumed dead. However, according to analysis data, the Sarlaac takes a thousand years fo digest its prey. I shall find whatever remains of this legendary bounty hunter.

Red light blinks on the dashboard and a alarm sounds.

Coming out of hyperspace...

Descent to the surface commencing..



The arid surface of this planet is scorched by the sun. I see the dunes move like waves that choke the surroundings of life. On the tan landscapes I see Sandcrawlers with their brown hauls and large tracks that are quickly covered by the sandstorms. Pockets of white adobe huts and buildings protrude out of the wasteland like pearls.

There is settlement of many buildings, a city of sorts, Mos Eiesley. My search has no need to go to a place famed for its “scum and villany.” My Infiltrafor passes away from civilization and out to the Dunes, there no life seems to stir, only the skeleal remains of Kryat Dragon can be seen and far to the north a cluster of brown tents ans huts, Sand People..

My ship flew like obsidian albatross above the sandy tan, the shadow casting itself as a larger predator. At last my scanners began to chime and I could see wreckage, pieces of bronze metal littered about the sand. My shio came to a whine and haulted midair, it then descended on some thicker sand mixed with rock.

The two suns start setting as my ship at last is secure on this crude landing pad.



I exit and see the wreckage, twisted metal and wiresd, hoses, and parts strewn everywhere. I adjust my visor to night vision and begin walking about the fragments of Jabba’s Barge. I find a Gamorean axe in the sand, next to skeletal hand of its pig faced owner. Holding the weapon, I examine the blades with my metal gauntlet, and then toss it over my shoulder. As I walk, my black robes sway in the wind and the hilt of my lightsaber beats against the metal armor on my thigh.

I come across a helm with a mouth guard that has tusks and a metal plate that covers the back of the head:



Taking the helmet, I place it in black sack I have slung at the waist. This will make a fine addition to my Master @NinjaRen collection of relics.

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Holorecording: Mission // Investigation into Fett’s Death, Location: Tatooine, Dune Sea, 0900hrs

The two suns rose like fire orbs, the rays blanketing My ship and baking its onyx haul. Inside I catalogue my findings. Pieces of metal, a mask, and a pair of chains that were golden and cut by some electrical wire cutter. I placed several of these finds in a grey cupboard that opened beneath the main console. As I dialed some numbers into a datapad, I felt the ship shake. It felt like a tremor. I laying the pad went to the ramp and looked outside. I saw the sand move like a serpent, and the ground shook once more. I peered with my visor. I could see a band of Jawas and Sandcrawler in the distance.

The little pointy hoods danced as the little scavengers ran in panic. From the sand a large root shaped tentacle sprung and grabbed one of the poor spare parts dealers. I grabbing my Lightsaber hilt dash towards the Jawas and ignited my ruby blade. The poor soul was being dragged towards an emerging pit that had tusk like teeth. With a stroke of my saber, I cut the Jawa free and the tentacle snapped in two and the piece wiggled on the ground like a worm. I heard loud growl that seemed to echo from underneath the ground. Suddenly, three tentacles grabbed me and tangled around me like webs. I dropped my lightsaber, which deactivated and stuck in sand like metal cylinder.

Dangling in the air, I felt the constricting tentacles squeeze and draw me up as a massive beak like mouth came out of the pit of teeth. I held my free hand towards my saber and concentrating began to try and retrieve it with the Force. The sand shook and the metal of my saber’s hilt rattled. The mouth of the Sarlaac neared and the tentacles pulled me towards if, when my saber hilt flung into my hand and igniting it, I cut the tentacles that wede squeezing me. I fell like piece of debris, the sand caking my visor in dust. I turned to see the beak of the beast leering over me; I brushed my visor and rolled as it came crashing down upon my position, leaving a crator.



Rising to a sitting posture I saw I was free of the Sarlaac’s reach and the beak was retreating into its pit of teeth. I was then swarmed by the Jawas, shouting exstatically in their dialect. The noise drowned my ears as I rose to my feet. One of Jaws, his eye aglow in yellow and featuring a collection of pouches across his chest like a belt lead me to their Sandcrawler.

Inside i followed the short pointy hooded scavangers through labyrinth of droids and junk. At a small round brown table I was seated on a wood chair and offered a beverage of Ardees, known as Jawa Ale or Juice. Sipping I watched Traders scurry to bring to the table some bread, rice, and Bantha beef. A feast for these poor traders, and a nice change from my rashines.

I removed my mask, it made a loud hatch opening noise as the pressure decompressed. My face still shrouded in my black hood. The Chief Jawa handed a pipe to me and I took it, the puffs smoke bellowed in my face and the light caught my eyes, which burned like embers and gave off a orange glint like the coal in the pipe.

The Jawa talk on a while, thanking me profusely for my aid. I gestured that no thanks was necessary, but the little scavanger insisted it repay me. I obliging this junk trader’s sense of honor, made my inquires about the Sail Barge, and what the Jawa knew.

The chatty pointy hooded fellow related to me of a mighty explosion and how the Barge had been owned by the Hutts. All this I knew. But then he pointed to a mask on the wall of decapitated droid heads. It was round with a massive T visor, the familiar sign of a Mandalorian. I rose from my chair and examined it. Itwas apple green with a faded brownish red, sienna, around the T shaped visor.

Boba...

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Holorecording: Mission // Investigation into Fett’s Death, Location: Tatooine, Dune Sea, 1200hrs

Holding the helmet of Fett, I turned fo ask the Chief Jawa how he obtained it. The Scavenger explained he found it near the Sarlaac and that it was found with a tooth from beastly pit. Peering at Boba’s mask with my eyes, I lamented that my search was over. That all I would have to return with to my Master was this mask. Then suddenly there was a noise. The Jawa stirred and went to the ramp and began to frantically shout in its language.

I placed Boba’s mask in the black sack at my side, and joined the Little Jawa, and saw what was the cause of commotion. Two Banthas and six Sand People. One of them was tithered to a bantha in a net. The Jawa Chief grabbed a blaster and his two helpers armed themselves with crude staffs augmented with teeth and pieces of sharp metal. I reached for my lightsaber on my belt and put my mask back on with my free hand. Tumbling with Tuskans was never a trifle, and there was the standby that this isn’t Sith business. Still, after receiving hospitality from the Chief Scavanger made me at least concerned for the little Jawa.

The Tuskan Procession came niegh to the Sarlaac Pit and unloaded their captive, a Raider whose tan robes were painted with red runes and who led bound to the Pit of Carkoon. The Sand People let out a loud bellow and the Prisoner was pushed on the edge of a dune, towards the Pit. The Sarlaac began fo stir, fresh tentacles rose like roots searching for blood to rest in. I turned to the Jawa to inquire what had transpired and he related to me this was aome ritual. Apparently the Marked Raider had commited an act of dishonor by using a swoop speeder. I swayed my helm in a pose to convey my disgust at such a reprimand. The Jawa told me Sand People arn’t allowed to use vehicles or trasports that are powered by the power of the demons, and only beasts like Banthas may be used to ride.

‘Strange customs. No wonder these Tuskans are so backward and bereft of the power we Sith wield.’

The Marked Raider was offered to the Sarlaac who took him and swallowed him whole. The other Sand People let out a chant, which was some sort of rite and then they began to do what the Jawa told me was a requiem dance with their Gaderffi sticks held in the air.

One of the two traders slipped his footing and some loose rocks fell down the dune. The Tuskans turned and shrieked. One Raider raised his long barrelled rifle and began to fire. I ignited my saber and deflected the bolts with Shien. The Chief Jawa let his blaster fly and red bolts hurled at the Sand People. I reached a Tuskan with a Gaderffi stick and cutcit in half, my ruby blade burning into his torso. The Raider let out a cry and collapsed. Another Raider rushed towards me, but was grabbed by a tentacle and dragged to the ground. The Rifle Raider began firing at the Chief Jawa, sand shot into the air as the bolts impacted with the sandy dune floor. Two more Tuskans armed with Gaderffis attacked and I swung my saber, missing one, but beheading the other.

Only two remain...

The Rifle Raider exchanged fire with Jawa Chief, one bolt struck him on the shoulder and he collapsed, hus two kinsmen rushed to his aid, one took the blaster and resumed fire. As I rose in my sweep, the other Tuskan pummeled me in the face with the bottom of his mace like weapon and with a jerk rolled me down the dune to the pit of the Sarlaac. I raised my head to see the beak of the beast wide open, and its tentacles scooped me into its mouth. I then felt myself covered in saliva fluid and descending down its throat into darkness..

I, an acolyte of the Dark Side, was now in a new darkness, the belly of the beast...

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Holorecording: Mission // Investigation into Fett’s Death, Location: Tatooine, Dune Sea, Inside the Sarlaac, 0000hrs

I fell into tunnels of shadow. Tentacle like arms on the walls of the intestines hurried me along until I was dropped into a cavern like room. The walls were painted with red veins and pink tentacles with black needles. The floor was full of a green liquid that swayed as I took steps. A yellow light seemed to fill the room, its origin unkown. I attempted to climb the wall of tentacles, but they threw me ti the floor of liquid. I rose now drenched and I heard a growl; suddenly the water bubbled and the light went dark. I turned my night vision on but it shorted; I woukd have to rely on the Force to see. I heard in the distance the sound of agony as the bubbles intensified. Someone was shouting as if in a Sith torture chamber.

I tried again to climb the tentacles and git further but was tossed to the watery floor once more. After a pause, I heard a swirling sound and suddenly thin piece of tissue opened and spewed a Tuskan Raider into my chamber. The Raider stirred from slimy pond and turned to pounce on me. I held him back with my arms and thew him against the wall and the tentacles pushed back towards me. I using Force Grip held him in place and then tossed him to the floor, knocking the Tuskan unconscious. It was bittersweet to have a roomate, on one hand I was not alone, on the other it was Tuskan trash. I inspected my neighbor to see if he had anything useful. Most of it was Tuskan talismans made of bone, feather, and wire. He did have a power cell, odd, not usually what Tuskans carried. I took it and placed it in my black sack. I pulled out the Mando Mask, and wiped fluid off it.

The opening above sealed. I took the Mask and put it back in the sack, and commanding the Force, sought to re-open it. The tissue shook and their was moaning sound as it open, I then using the tentacles sprung upward and rolled into a circular hall of intestine; I heard the Tuskan come to and shriek as the tissue sealed him in. I walked through these pink, tan, and red halls of flesh. I came to several divergent paths that led to similiar chambers. I followed one and opening the tissue skylight saw skeletons of Gamoreans and Rodians. At the next one I found another Tuskan, thus was tye Marked One. He lay on floor, haf sunk in the juices. I leapt down, and he stirred. He began to bark in his Sand People tongues and I gripped him with the Force to stop his tirade. I then used the Force to try and communicate to his mind my intent. It seemed to work because his will to fight weakened and than ceased altogether. I loosed the Marked One who went and sat in a corner of fluid.

Once again I called fo the Force and began to open the tissue above. The Marked Tuskan was unmoved. I tried fo convince him to abandon this bowl, but he just ignored my entreaties. I was back in the hall of insestine, when I heard the groanings of a person deep in another chamber. I followed the noise tell I came to a larger chamber of tissue and opened if. Inside I found tentacles like before, but also jaggid teeth in a circle like seat. I saw a figure seated on bizarre seat. His armor was apple green and white, his face tan and disfigured by acid. His groans were intensified, and I with the Force sought to remove him from his bed of suffering. As I pulled him, his pain increased and blood began to drip from his back. With a loud shout he opened his eyes and tentacles grabbed his arms and legs as if to keep him bound.

“Let me go! Let me go! Arghhhhh!”

The Mandalorian writhing in pain took notice of me.

“Who.. are you?!”

I stepped forward and fished into my black sack and retrieved the Mando Helm.

“Where did you get that?”

I responded, “On the surface.. a Jawa had it.”

“Well it belongs to me!”

I walked over to the Mando and placed the helm on his head.

“At last.. relief from the stench and toxic liquids.”



I said, “how do we get you out of this thing?”

“I would use my flamethrower.. but the power cell died long ago.”

I fished once more in black sack and refrieved the power cell.

I asked “Would this work?”

Mando, “Yes! Bring it hear!”

The Mandalorian removed a piece of his wrist armor and caste a rusted power cell to the floor and inserted the new one. The emitter clicked as he pressed the button above the cell.

Mando, “stand back!”

The Mandalorian began to engulf the chair and tentacles in a stream of flame. The whole chamber shook and a loud groan was heard.




“Quickly we have to get out of her before the stomechs fill with acid!”

I followed the Mando through labyrinth of intestines until we came to base of tje throat.

“My flame thrower may not be enough..”

I reached out with the Force, and began to pressure the inside of the beak. There was small white light that appeared. The Mando raced towards it, I came in tow using the Force to hold the opening; tentacles swung at us like branches untik we resched the mouth. The Mando unleashed a stream of flame to burn the throat and we were them with great force spewed from the beak onto some dunes. We could hear the wimper and agony of the Sarlaac behind and then rising from the sandy floor was massive worm with the beak and tentacles. It lunged and suf into the dunes and headed away from the ruins of the Barge.

“Well that went well.. I suppose I should thank you.”

I taking a deep breath replied, “No thanks required Boba.. Fett.”

“You know me?”

“Of you,” I replied. “I was sent on a mission to find you, there were rumors you were alive.”

Fett felt hus wrists and stepped into the sun, hus helm shining. “You sure are committed.. going into a Sarlaac to find your bounty!”

Boba placed his hand on the flamethrower and then unleashed a stream of fire at me. “I did not survive the torment in that beast and live with prospect of being digested a thousand years to then be delivered to the Hutts!”

I rolled beneath the stream and then reached out in the Force and threw Boba on His face, I then leapt upon him and held his forearms and squeezed with the Force. “I did not come to collect a bounty on your head Fett. I came to offer you a job.”

Boba ceased struggling for a moment. “A job?”

“Yes, the First Order needs bounty hunters like you. My Master sent me to recruit you if the rumors of your survival were true.”

Boba sat up and I reached out my hand to help the Mando to his fedt. He refused the assist and rose, brushing off the sand. “And who is your Master?”

“The Heir of Vader, Kylo Ren (@NinjaRen) and Supreme Commander of the First Order.”

A massive boom accompanied those words. Fett and I scrambled over the dune fo sea a massive fire and smoke...

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--- Double Post Merged, Nov 4, 2019, Original Post Date: Nov 4, 2019 ---

Holorecording: Mission // Investigation into Fett’s Death, Location: Tatooine, Dune Sea, Barge Ruins, 0900hrs

Boba and I saw the Sandcrawler was in flames. Smoke bellowed from the rampart and top haul. I saw First Order Tie hit the crawler with two giant bolts that tore into the crawler and created two more clouds black smoke. Below the crawler a battle ensued as Stormtrooper opened fire on Tuskans and Jawas. I saw the Chief Jawa disarmed and dragged in the sand. I made haste fo the scene where a First Order Officer stood resolute, overseeing the carnage. The Officer in his black uniform turned and saluted me.

Officer: Lord Sarlaac, you are unharmed.

Me: Yes.. what is all this?

Officer: We came in search of you affer your homing beacon went cold. We ardived at grizzly scene of Sand People attacking Jawas.

Me: Why are you detaining the Jawas?

Officer: They are conspirators. It turns out they have intel from the Resistance, and called the Tuskans to attack you.

Me: That seems unlikely.. I saved their lives from the Sarlaac.

Officer: And she how they have repaid you. I found among their contraband something that belongs fo you.

The Officer handed me my lightsaber.

Officer: No doubt they meant to sell it.

Looking over at Boba, the Officer raised his dark eyebrow. “Who is that?”

Boba: I’m a bounty hunter.

Me: This is Boba Fett.

Officer: Ah! So your mission was a success Lord Sarlaac. Good! We can then refurn to our ship and join the fleet.

The Officer motioned for the Troopers to line up the Jawas.

Me: What are you doing?

Officer: Execution. They are Rebel collaborators.

Me: I told you they are innocent!

Officer: Our evidence proves to the contrary. Troopers.. on my command!

Me: Stop! At once! That’s an order!

Officer: Your compassion for these junk traders is weak milord. They are expendable. They are traitors!

I resching out in the Force began to choke the Officer and levitate him towards my hand.

Officer: Com..passion.. *cough* is weak..ness. There.. is.. still.. a.. Je..di in.. you.

I released my grip of the Officer who collapsed into the sand coughing. He rose fiddling with his throat and collar.

Officer: *cough* Now.. we will execute the traitors.

Me: No.

Officer: Exuse me?

Me: Leave them to me. I will preform the execution.

Officer: Good.

I stepping fowards the three Jawas held out my lightsaber and ignited the ruby blade. The hum filled the air as the wind seemed to still. I stood behind the two traders and with sweeping motion, cut their heads off. When I came to the Chief, whose hospitality I did eat, I held the tip to his back and leaned over his shoulder and whispered something. Then witj twist of my wrists I thrusted the blade through his chest and he let out a gasp and then collapsed. The Officer seeming pleased lead his battalion away from scene and I stood with Fett approaching.

Boba: Who was he?

Me: A friend..

Boba: We bounty hunters don’t have the luxury of friends.

Me: Nor do we Sith.



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