continued from before once again done in like 5 minutes
Tulak lept through the air sabers in a blur as he struck at the beasts exposed hands, with a cry of agony the beast yanked it's hands back five smoking sausage sized fingers falling to the floor, tulak ducked under a massive swipe from the tentarak and brought his short blade plunging into it's stomach. With a violent jerking movement he tore downwards and out ripping the tentaraks stomach open. Blood gushed from the open wound illuminated by the eerie glow of tulak's sabers, still the beast kept coming arms swinging violently towards Tulak driving him back until he was pinned against the wall, with a darting forward motion the tentarak drove one of it's claws into Tulak's chest, with a gasp Tulak dropped to his knees as he felt his lung collapse, pitifully gasping for air he watched as the monster closed in for a killing blow . he felt darkness cover him and then a voice in the back of his mind, "You are finished young warrior embrace the power of the dark side or be destroyed" it echoed in his head no louder then a whisper but still powerful.Tulak reached out but his strength was waning, the beast stodd over him now, The young warrior struggled with all his might to connect with the force he felt the tomb seeping into him bringing up all his emotions, his anger, his hate all the suffering he had endured came flooding back to him as more and more of the dark energy poured into him flowing through him destroying all and replacing it with more anger, more hate Tulak felt as if he would burst at the seems as he felt the darkness enshroud his mind with a scream the last of what remained in tulak died and he was completely consumed by the power of the darkside his blood began to boil his hatred towards his opponent became blinding and in a fit of Rage unleashed a blast of force lightning sending the tentarak flying across the tomb crashing into the tomb entrance, denting the thick durasteel. Tulak got up feeling the wound already begining to heal, with a deep laugh he began to levitate, his eyes as red as his blades now as the dark energies covered him like a black cloud. Tulak threw back his head in a roar of victory as he felt pure unlimited power consuming him, intwining itself into the fibre of his very being when he spoak it was if a thousand terrible voices spoke at once, "fool weak pitiful creature now it is time to face the full power of the darkside, now it is time to die." with that he sent another blast of force lightning at the creature slamming it into the ground. Dazed and angry it went to swipe at Tulak's head but he was too fast, like black lightning Tulak dove between it's legs and brought his sabers across it's arms in a scissor-like movement, In a fir of rage the beast turned around and attempted to charge, only to dart eye first into Tulak's saber. the creature hit the floor in a mangled heap never to rise again. Tulak lifted the beast up in the air through the force and sent it slamming into the heavy doors guarding the tombs shattering them like a pane of glass. Tulak gave an unearthly screech as if hell itself was crying out through him, shaking the very walls of the tomb, and for the first time in over two thousand years entered the tomb of Marka Ragnos...
to be continued when I have the time to put into making it good...
PS Glentract your stoies pwn they kick the crap out of mine keep it up dude you rock. Please give me info on ragnos's appearance or a picture I want to make an ending that doesn't suck...
Tihs part isn't finished yet, but I felt like posting it anyway.
The Fight to be the DLOS, Part 4, Sadow’s Cult, Malak's Defenders
Exar turned out to be a great leader. He led several wars against different groups, making the Empire into something equal to the Republic.
Ulic continued to be Exar’s right-hand-man. The former Jedi helped Exar in many situations, saving him on more than one occasion. Fourteen years after Exar defeated Sadow Ulic was killed. A group of thirty Jedi Knights and Masters attacked him. Ulic killed 17 of them, but the capable Master Yoda held him in a force grip, making it harder for Ulic to move, allowing Mace Windu to finish him.
Exar was greif-stricken by the loss of his friend. Whenever things had gotten tough Ulic had been there to help him through it. A week after Ulic had died Exar felt a presence as bad as the death of Ulic. Sadow had returned. The Cult of Sadow, a Cult of Ragnos ripoff, had revived him.
The Cult of Sadow had five thousand members. With Sadow in the lead, they were marching on Exar’s palace. Through the force they felt the same as Ulic’s death. Exar wanted to destroy them.
By custom, Exar had to replace Ulic with a new apprentice. Malak was this person, but he was no Ulic. In a fight, there would be little he would be able to do against Sadow.
Unimaginable
Exar sent out the alarm, gathering his forces to his palace. Two thousand soliders were in position with twenty minutes, just before the Cult of Sadow arrived. Malak was an accomplished general. He would lead eight-hundred troops and attempt to stall Sadow’s Army until more of Exar’s troops could arrive.
Malak’s group, cliche-named the defenders, went to the east side of Sadow’s Army. The Defenders were a sight to see. Eight-hundred troops riding Hssiss, their armor shining like the sun. The dust rose around the Sith like a Tatooine sandstorm army. I was quite frankly amazed.
The Defenders drew their lightsabers. Eight Hundred Red Lightsabers twirling with an unimagineable fury. The Cult of Sadow turned to face the army. They drew their blades to defend.
Yelling Sith War cries the Defenders plunged into the opposing group. Hississ droped to the ground by the dozen. Defenders were thrown from their mounts by force attacks. Malak caught a glimpse of Sadow. He charged through the ground forces to confront him.
Sadow saw Malak coming toward him and ordered one of his generals, Darth Bandon to kill him. Malak saw this and let out a harsh metallic laugh. Bandon was his apprentice. He knew him well, he would defeat him quickly.
wow, five mini-stories. I piratically have a series.
The Fight to be the DLOS, Part 5, Bandon vs. Malak
Purposely throwing himself from his mounts, he leaped at Bandon, drawing his lightsaber while in the air. He landed less than fifteen feet from his apprentice, ready to take him down. Bandon already had his lightsaber drawn.
Malak, “Get out of my way Bandon. Don’t follow Sadow anymore.Join me. Together we can stop this before it becomes a civil war.”
Bandon, “Sadow has promised me more than you could ever give Malak. My allegiance is to him now. If your smart, you will abandon Exar. We could be generals in The True Dark Lord’s almighty army.”
Malak, “Sadow isn’t the True Dark Lord, for now, Exar is.”
Bandon ran at his old master. He sliced at Malak’s shoulder, and the spun and attempted to reverse stab Malak through the chest. Before the stab could make contact he was thrown to the ground by Malak’s powerful arms.
Malak, “You are nothing. I am the Master.”
Bandon threw his lightsaber at Malak and followed it with a wave of force lightning. Malak blocked the lightsaber but the lightning hit him for a moment before too being blocked. Bandon used the living force to bring his lightsaber back into his hands.
Bandon, “Perhaps I am the True Master.”
Malak began a fury of attacks at Bandon, each one almost killing the smaller fighure. Bandon tried to counter the attacks but they came in to fast, to powerfully for him to do so. He was bearly able to defend himself.
When Bandon thought that the stream of attacks coudn’t get any more powerful they did. Malak drew upon his incredible strength and overwhelmed his apprentice. Bandon stumbled in the firestorm. His lightsaber fell from his hands right by Malak’s feet.
Malak, “Face it. You are beaten.”
Bandon moved away from Malak. Malak didn’t let him get more than about five feet away.
Suddenly Bandon waved his hand, attempting to send the lightsaber through Malak’s back much the way Revan had done to Ragnos years earlier. Malak sensed it just in time. He turned and cut the lightsaber hilt in half causing the blade to flicked out of existence, and then continued his turn killing Bandon.
Malak looked for his Hississ and discover it had been killed by one of the Cult of Sadow while he had been fighting Bandon. He would have to follow Sadow on foot.
I just felt like trying to draw some attention from the little internal struggle we're having. Please tell me how you like it.
The Fight to be the DLOS, Part 6, Malak Confronts Sadow
After slaying his apprentice, Malak ran after Sadow. Malak cut down four of the Cult of Sadow before getting out of the frenzy of the fight.
The Defender’s were almost defeated. There were only sixty of the original eight-hundred left, but they had killed two-thousand and one hundred of Cult Members.
Using the force to greatly enhance his speed, Malak caught up to Sadow in slightly less than ten minutes. Sadow dismounted his Hississ with a high leap and landed facing Malak.
Sadow, “So you are the one who was chosen to replace Ulic Qel-Droma as the might Exar Kun’s apprentice? You know you are weaker than him.”
Malak, “Perhaps I am. Perhaps I don’t care.”
Sadow, “Don’t care. I think you do. I think you do care and you are a shamed of it. That is why you have chosen to fight me, even if it means you death.”
Malak, “No. That is not why. But you will never know. Not in my death or yours.”
Sadow, “Then I see know reason to stand around talking for any longer.”
Faster than the eye can see Sadow’s sword went from it’s sheath to his hand. He dropped into a Makashi stance and waved Malak to attack him. Malak did. Using the power of Ataru, Malak went in fast and hard attempting to push Sadow against some sort of obstacle, anything that would give him an advantage over the power Sith.
Malak was good, but Sadow was cleary far better. Every attempt that Malak made to breach his defense’s or push him back in anyway were stopped quickly and desisevly. Sadow was making sure that Malak knew who was controlling this fight.
Even with his lengthy lightsaber and inhuman physical strength, there was nothing Malak could do. He had to fight Sadow, even if it meant his death.
Fighting with an intensity unknown, even to himself, he was able to force Sadow back. He kept fighting with this incredible fury for slightly over twenty seconds before Sadow was pushed back against a wall.
Malak prepared to land the finishing strike when he was suddenly engulfed in a strange stream of light. It was not coming from Naga Sadow though, it came from the Sith Witch Darth Traya. Completly unprepared for the attack, Malak was thrown to the ground. He screamed in pain, the essence of the Dark Side overwhelming him. Sadow only stared in amazement.
After a short period of time she stopped the onslaught, thinking he was dead. She turned to talk to Sadow.
Kreia, “Are you alright, Naga.”
Sadow, Yes, I am. Thankyou for saving me.”
Kriea, “I always repay my debts.”
Sadow, “Well for that I am grateful. What has happened during my time away from the battle?”
Kreia, “It has gone well. Exar sent another twelve-thousand troops to reinforce Malak’s group, but Malak’s group is all but gone. There are at least fifteen thousand more on the way to try to stop our forces. I brought more of the Cult to the feild. I had eleven thousand with me and Sion is readying another twenty thousand. Bastila has four thousand, Uthar does as well. Yuthera has three thousand. Sidious has agreed to bring his fifteen thousand troops, which you know are better than a Cult member. Freedon Nadd has the bulk of the army with him, forty-five thousand Cult Mebers, but it will take them about three hours to get to the battle-feild. Exar Kun will fall today.”