Pain &Suffering

[Kell Sangros]

He did not know but she was partially right about him. He was a powerful Lord but he was so much more as well. Ashara she had called herself, he remembered when he still was called Kell it was the name of his former self a name that no longer had any connection or meaning to the Sith Lord. It was a long moment before he spoke to her answer.

“Ashara” he said the name as if testing it “You are right I am a powerful Lord of the Sith you may address me as Warvanus” He studied her, he could feel her desire to have the power he embodied without asking a question he continued “You wish to join the Sith” her desire shone through the Dark Side like a burning inferno. “If you pass the trials then you might get your wish” he continued before she could object “What you did back there, you just proved you have potential” he paused “and earned passage aboard my ship, If you want to know more then I suggest you come aboard” in his mind he did not doubt that she would disappoint, afterall the Dark Side had led him here maybe not directly but in the end he had been urged here by it.

With that he turned his heel and boarded the freighter. When she had boarded the ramp raised and KL-PK1 piloted the freighter off and away from their location. KL-PK1 had set a course for home. The planet Karza was their next stop. It’s moon was Sojourn, the most habitable world of that system, Karza was habitable but it was not hospitable it was a barren world of volcanos, gas pockets, harsh wildlife, perfect for a training ground, perfect for the one who was the Lord of War.

He sat down in the lounge and beckoned the newcomer to sit

“Why is it” he said after she sat down “You wish to become a Sith?” Before she could answer he continued “Is it for power? To fill a void you feel?, Is it because you hate the Jedi and their allies?” He could go on and on about possible motives. “ Before you answer know this, To be a Sith is to be marked for Death” he began “for once you are identified as such your enemies will become tenfold. Jedi, the Alliance, but especially the Jedi will hunt you down and seek nothing less than your destruction. Once you swear fealty to the Order of the Sith Lords, there is no going back, to turn your back, to desert, to go against the goals of the Sith Empire will earn you one punishment” he paused “Death” After he let that sink in he continued "However, if you grow and prosper and the Dark Side has laid claim to you , you will find your life much improved,"

He leaned forward in his seat and studied her as we waited for her to answer his question

[Ashara Evanaris]

Everyone at some point carry images or memories close to them, ones they hold dear. Even the ones which may cause night terrors and keep you awake till dawn. Ashara had many nightmares from her childhood, be careful not to to be deceived. Her nightmares were not based on consequences of her actions but from something entirely different.

As a young girl she was held captive by her own father so to speak. He blamed her for killing her mother at child birth, he hated her with every fiber in his soul. Her father would beat her without campaign leaving her chained up alone in the basement cellar in complete utter darkness.

Ashara Evanaris only memory was being alone in the dark, being tormented by the shadows she couldn't see but only feel. After every beating she could only welcome it, giving her satisfaction that she was being disciplined and broken.

Ashara lived in the dark confines of her own mind, her father stripped her of every compassionate thought but failed to give her something to fill the void. Ashara ser out to cause as much pain and suffering on those around her searching for something to give her purpose. Over the years she had seen and heard what the sith could do, and by her actions she hoped the sith would sought her out.

Ashara would dream of that power becoming the source of her pain, and using it to destroy the light in the galaxy. She wanted more, to torment those that held onto the values of the jedi, not just the jedi but all who held onto hope.

“Jedi” She was disgusted saying the word.

“They need to be broken from...Their hope disgusts me. Not only them but all who put their faith in hope. I want to destroy the fire in their hearts. And they will know it's me.”

“lord Warvanus, what do you ask of me”
Ashara spoke freely and direct her resolve was pure, her darkest hope was that he would see through her and know that her journey through life has led up to this moment.

[Kell Sangros]

He thought his question was clear but he would afford her this just once. “Why do you wish to become a Sith” he asked again. He wanted her to search deep for the answer as it was never a simple reason. Only the strong became Sith and only the Strongest thrived under the Sith Code and its dictates.He wondered what his Master Darth Blood would think of this new recruit this soon to be acolyte. He would approve of her he had no doubt at least by his estimation. He would not presume to know the reactions and thought processes of his Master. Would she go the path of the Sorcerer? To harness and learn the secrets to one of the purest manifestations of the Dark Side itself? Maybe an Assassin? Or maybe even a warrior much like how Warvanus is. This much he doubted it. If the Dark Side were to size her up and take an interest it would all be revealed in time.

She had the potential for greatness, she had no morals, no moral compass, no regret, she had already began her forging in darkness, whether it was by choice or by circumstances Warvanus could not say. She could be the future of the order. So many possible roads and paths laid before her no doubt the Dark Side would reveal its will as time pressed on.

[Ashara Evanaris]

“why do you want to be a Sith?”


Ashara with drew herself from all hindrance of her surroundings. Images played through her mind like a flip book, detailing,mirroring  her character. Flashing back moments of power, excruciating pain and suffering.


“I dont want to be a Sith, I need to become a Sith. I  want more than just power, I need it to be the true nature of my character “


Opening her eyes, as though a hint of red flames burned for a moment reflecting her destiny. Ashara had been longing for purpose. She new of the stories the legendary sorceress, how ruthless they were. The abilities  to manipulate the mind and environment around them. To wield such a weapon of destruction was unfathomable, and to wield a lightsaber.


“My greatest passion is to wield  the power of the force and extinguish the light and watch it fade into nothing.If they don't turn then they will die.”

[Kell Sangros]

He listened as she spoke and gave her reasons, he said nothing as she spoke but at the end he nodded. “Peace is a Lie, There is Only Passion” he said reciting the opening line to the Sith Code, then continued “Passion is a gateway as is emotions, to touching the Dark Side, your passion fuels your power. Through Passion I Gain Strength” he continued “These are the first two lines of the Sith Code, some Sith Lords do not believe in it, some do, I find it contains wisdom and wisdom is power, the Jedi perverse wisdom, the Sith” he paused “True Sith embrace it and transform it into power”

He rose from his seat “If you wish to join the Sith then rise and kneel”

When she did so he asked her another question one he asked all who sought to become Sith. “Do you freely join your destiny forever to the Order of the Sith Lords?”

When she answered he would tell her “It is done” he paused “Rise”

“Most who join us will abandon their given name and adopt a new one to signify a rebirth it’s a name that is given to you by the Dark side until then you will be known simply as Acolyte”

He knew they were getting close to the Sojourn system he wondered how his apprentice would respond to the new one. In the old ways they would be rivals but the Sith of today was a partnership it had to be in order to survive.

[Ashara Evanaris]

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.


Ashara found clarity In Warvanus words, she had never read the philosophy of the sith before. She always perceived the dark side lived within herself, she did not begin to understand until now. She was reborn at this moment, she was gathering now how she felt what would come next...true power. As of this moment she  began to see her true self emerge, she felt her own name burn into ashes. She felt like a poisonous viper shedding her skin, she could fell tje letters of her name consumed by fire. As though the force denied her that luxury.


The dark side unknown to her created conflict within herself. Anger, turned  to rage why she could have not her true Sith name. Rest assured this gave her new resolve. Although she had never read the book of the sith, She sounded as one who was possessed by a superior being;spoke this word of word.



“Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.”

[Kell Sangros]

She had not answered his question, he needed an answer, he would afford her this once and one time only. He asked again
“Do you from here on out tie your destiny to that of the Order of the Sith Lords?” this was a crucial initiation, they had to verbally say and mean it. It was how Sidious and Plageuis and Tyrannus and Vader began their paths to true power. If she said yes then it was done, if she said no then he would have to kill her.

Sometimes upon this they would rename their new apprentices, it was not so for him. He had to earn the right to have a name , and earn it he did. She would get hers soon enough as well as the rite of building a lightsaber or a lightstaff. That is if she pledged herself to the Sith here and now. As the words left his lips, his normally blue iris’ turned into a darken golden as if radioactive. She would need to decide quickly as once they got to Karza they would have much work to do.

[Ashara Evanaris]

OOC I have name but figured to wait to rp the name change.



Ashara took her knee, knowing her former name would be abolished, and from this day forward the meaning of that name would be meaningless. Everyday of pain and suffering she had faced had led up to this moment to truly be transformed by its destiny


The Acolyte misunderstood his words, that she had to rise stating allegiance to the way of the sith. She understood the dedication and the pain she would face being transformed by the dark side. She could not face another day without knowing its power. The Alcolyte felt his radioactive stare upon her, time was of the essence, her choice was simple as it may.


“I pledge my life to the dark side, to gain its power to fill my destiny”


The Alcolyte rose, her old self severed from her being, a relentless practitioner of the sith. She felt the Dark side consuming her state of mine with the choice she had made, a powerful Sorceress she would become.


“Teach me to become a powerful Sorceress”


The Alcolyte never once retreated, her soul mirrored by burning flames while she never shied away from him. Knowing if she did; would show weakness, and thrown out of the airlock. The Alcolyte unsheathed her weapons, holding thier pomels toward him.


“Strike me down, if the force denies me my true self” Her words flowed  as one dedicated embrace the dark side.

[Kell Sangros]

He watched as she knelt and pledged her life, her destiny to that of the Sith Lords and to the Dark Side of the Force. He was pleased but he would not show it. He remembered when Darth Tormentous offered to train him, which he like her had jumped at the chance to. Since then he had devoted his destiny to the Dark Side, to the Sith Order, to his training. He did not make a move to grab her weapons, she would need them. His expression was stone, the iris’ now returning to their natural blue.

“Then it is done, when the Dark Side has claimed you , it will reveal the truth of you” he said then with a motion of his hand he bid her to rise “Rise Acolyte” he told her.

He knew the ship was getting close to Karza, and soon he would thrust her into the initiation of the Dark Side.

“I can feel the Force flowing through you, it swirls like a maelstrom, just dying to be harnessed, I will be your guide on this journey, through me you will achieve a power that you have only ever dreamed of” He went to what looked like a bookshelf but it had drawers, he opened one and withdrew a data card and he handed it to her “On this contains a basic history of the Sith Order, as well as Sith Philosophies”
“Your training will be rigorous even brutal, if you survive it, you will be transformed, for now get some rest you will need it for the days ahead” With that he headed to the cockpit

[Ashara Evanaris]

The Acolyte nodded, as  her new master turned on his heal leaving her alone the dark side showing itself.  Sheathing her weapons she left the hallway. The former Ashara new all to well she would not be sleeping,  


One she was alone she her cloak over the chair, She needed to shower, with a sly smile, she looked in the mirror,. Wiping  streaks of blood on her face mesmerized by the events of the day. The unfolding of the dark side weaving its tentacles electrifying the deepest components of her pain.


Every drop of water felt as though an electrical cord has been dropped in an bucket of water. Playing the data pad, she laid on the bed, closing her eyes the force surrounded her, like a hurricane. Her dreams were plagued with nightmares, pain and excruciating torment. The pain she caused to her victims was mercy compared to the dreams she was having.


The fear nearly walking the line of insanity awaking after every dream ends she would force herself asleep delving into the heart of her fears allowing the storm to fully consume  her. After a few hours she awake and aware. Her thoughts were fixed the words of the text she heard in the background while she was being tormented in her dreams. Welcoming the pain she would endure going through the trials.