Required Words: 1000
Written Words: 1757
~Begin Dark Side Alignment Application
Each echoing clink of her mighty, stomping stride spread throughout the dimly lit hallway of the ship's interior corridor. The light breeze of the motion of the ship itself brushed past her skin, as Xendiss turned a corner, falling upon the scene she alone had caused out of sheer rage and uncontrolled release of the dark energies that corrupted her aura and mental being. At such a rate, it was close due time that would inflict the blighting of the Dark Side unto her physical anatomy, scarring her skin a grey hue, paling out her light beige skin with an even ghostlier, phantom blemish that would stain her skin a gloomy white. It was almost as if she felt the pigments in her skin contorting to such a nature day by day, manipulated by the aura that closed in closer... and closer... and closer...
'Such destruction', she pondered with a twisted admiration of the sheer obliteration she had caused in such a young state of both age and experience with the Dark Side, albeit uncontrolled in her release. It was true that she alone through such an outburst had ripped the binding door of her cage completely away from its technological hinges, sending the hulking piece of metal flying with the great momentum she had unleashed against such a heavy door, causing collateral damage in the meantime. The youngling had never killed anyone before... she pledged for this to be a last resort to her parents, as was their teachings. It would be an act only spared for the darkest of the dark who'd dare threaten the peace. Those of whom are completely nonredeemable.
Which is exactly what Xendiss was, now. There was no redemption for what manner of beast she had become, even from the very start. When she had plunged all of the gathered energies that accumulated into a catastrophic wave of the Dark Side itself, which was more than enough to pay testament to her ever-descending, fast fall, she also killed a man without any thought or remorse. Not only did she end his life, she slaughtered his mind, completely devastating the programming of his neural and mental capabilities from the massive blow from the corner of the door. And even now, she showed no regret... only resent for his actions of keeping her locked away in her secluded cage, like an accursed animal.
Ironic. She was more of an animal now than she ever was in the cage. Even then, she acted like a bound bestial feline, clawing at the walls in rage and despair, begging for release. Perhaps in her mind the entire time, she longed to be released to unleash a complete massacre, not just to deliver vengeance for her parents against the tenebrosity of the Dreadlord Kroxata. Xendiss' now sickened mind was proud of her first kill, even if it was unintentional. That was the first step to showing she could achieve her deadset goal without even hesitating. When she stepped forth from the cage, she hadn't thought twice about the kill, nor bore his corpse a flash of her Force Sight in any concern or fascination. A part of her wish she did, so that she could gain the true experience of what a fresh cadaver seemed like. Alas, the Miraluka's heightened senses due to a lack of physical vision allowed for a greater macrosmatic perception, and she remembered the very rushing sense through the Force of life torn asunder. Even now, she managed to conjure a contorted image of his twitching body laying head, spasming as his sensory pathways remained broken from the blow delivered to his head, which leaked crimson ichor into a grand pool across the gunmetal surface of the ship's floor. And that bitter, addictive smell of death...
What had this girl became? Twisted so quickly through hatred. How much one's morals can be warped through losing their original source so dearly. Her parents were gone, and she had willingly admitted herself underneath the will and training of a Dark Sith monster in order to gain control so that she may rise above him and cut him down in vengeance of her parents, which would ultimately cause her to lose her own life in the process. That was considering she could even beat the warrior of crepuscular grandeur. She was like a bat; swift, harnessing all senses in the midst of battle, with the added, ultimate strength of the Force that she quickly developed upon. But he was a brute. How she yearned to be of such a level of power as him at this instant. It was torturous, as was the training itself in order to harness the Force in such a warped manner to become such a beast in the first place.
But what if there was more to this Dark Side. Many a tale had she heard about its powers. It wasn't only twisted by intellectuals sensitive to its natural form that the Jedi harnessed. There were natural occurrences that obliterated the flow of the lifeblood which twisted it into a black blanket of horror that swept across life and ecosystems, mutating and destroying life in the process, or even giving birth to anew; she'd heard of the Sith mutations; the Sithspawn. Imagine a whole battalion of these beasts at one's will. What justice she could bring to the galaxy - what wrong she could make right through such wrong means.
'Fighting fire with fire', she thought. That was one of the core principles about harnessing these ways to defeat the Sith lord and gain vengeance for the parents he so mercilessly took away from her. Yet so much more could be done under the Sith's reign. Accepting its reign could bring ultimate power.
But deep down, her sensitivity and mind yearned a greater sovereign. The Force itself.
The Dark Side.
Xendiss, despite being young, was not blind to its superiority. One man alone had killed both of her parents, who were masterful Knights of the ways of the Light Side of the Force. The natural side that the Jedi hardly even harnessed but had to beg for in such a pathetic, attuning way to allow them to use its inferior abilities. The Dark Side could bring about retribution and an elevated level of mental bolstering, despite the strain she felt from it. Yet the feeling of utilising and exploiting her own emotions for such power, and the mere thought of stealing, snaring and channelling others' was an addictive motivation for her. She strived for such attributes with the knowing of how strong the Dark Side truly was, even if unnatural. Her adventurous character beforehand was always seeking out a greater power and means to improve and better herself; this was the prime pathway to take.
Through the Sith, Xendiss could gain exactly what she wanted.
Despite the Miraluka being Force Sensitive as an innate trait, their strength and potency ranged between the kin. Xendiss knew that she was one of the most talented and accustomed to the Force, and that the Sith was the door, and the Dark Side was the key to her fate. It was nigh time she succumbed...
The gentle step and sound of her steady breath echoed with lightness that dwarfed before the previous stomping of anger that rampaged down the ship's corridor. Carefully, she positioned herself into the centre, fixing the mistake she had made before when she was once locked in - not giving into the madness and learning greater control over the Dark, anguished side of the Force.
All muscles and body tensed up on the spot, and she clenched into herself, hugging herself under the plumpness of her bust. Tightly, she held herself to cling on to remain resistance and enhance resilience to the oncoming power of the black, life energies of the universe that were to be completely destroyed and shrouded in her aura. Channeling her emotions, expelling fear and harnessing hatred, Xendiss gave rise to a manifested vortex of bloody crimson and scarlet mist, shrouded in a black and grey, rapid cloud that whirred constantly around her aura, obliterating any of the Light Force that clung to her body. All functional sanity degraded from her mind in the process, yet she was unable to make an outburst. She had to resist and endure through the succumbing. Eldritch energies continued to swirl and swirl, boiling over, as if her body was a cauldron - it was truly a conduit of the sinister essences that her very being became.
It flooded through her Force Sight, now permanently staining it with a reddened hazy, scaling over the sides of her perception, as if she was peering through a blood splattered, smeared glass panel. Hallucinations of herself ensued...
Xendiss envisioned herself as a harbinger of the Dark ways. A Sith warrior of great manipulation over the black arts of twisting life, tearing all life ahead of her into death. Clad in black robes, a black shroud of infernal sparking Force emblazoned flame, wielding two sabers of crimson laser and vibrant glows.
In the real world, the coruscating power of the energies that totally enveloped her struck true against her body, succeeding in her ultimate, twisted rite of falling to the Dark Side's ways. Xendiss herself stood stalwart, form, spine and muscles lightly shaking from the piercing powers and the completely clenched tension and clamped strength of her muscles during the phase of massive strain. Even the grits of her teeth were loud enough to echo against the cage's metallic walls, sounding over her sempiternal growling that relentlessly transformed her into the beast she had been on the path to becoming, and now that she quickly became. Screams and flowing, wind-like sounds of massive turbulence pierced her eardrums, causing their full shape to twitch and curl down in pain and discomfort, but she managed to ignore it, instead choosing to embrace it.
Release lapped out. Her aura was now permanent. There was no turning back from the devotion and exploration of the Dark Side she had now delved headfirst into, straight down to the deep end. Not that the Dark Side was any force to be reckoned with and light in any nature of its existence. Its mantle claimed its nature's truth in its mere name.
With the ending of the succumbing phase, no outward rippling wave and expelled energy was sent flying yet again. It remained contained, bent to her will; a sign of the control awarded to becoming one with the Dark Side.
~End Dark Side Alignment Application
