The Shadow Among Sith
Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2021 4:03 am
Vechlin Alltemi sprinted through the colossal halls of the enemy capital ship. The adrenaline made his body quiver as he pushed forward, almost blindly. Alongside him was Luca, the Shadow Patriarch, and his master Xavius Bain. He charged along with many of his Shadow Brethren as their deep violet lightwhips and sabers could be seen shimmering down the darkened corridor as an alarm blared monotonously into their ears. Screams filled each ghastly section of the ship as bodies fell to the lightweapons, and blaster fire seared into the flesh of comrades. He was running and crackling his whip into his sworn enemy, in the glorious haze of battle, but something wasn't right. The corridors were growing darker, and the shapes of the halls were shifting into sinister sharpened edges. Shadows beside him were being impaled left and right, screaming in agony. Luca turned around to face Vechlin as the words "Avenge us," escaped his lips before the entirety of the hall crushed the Patriarch. His master Xavius Bain disappeared into the opposing end of the hall and before too long Vechlin was trapped in an endless abyss of black. The screams grew more faint, and the sounds of blaster fire and clashing lightweapons ceased completely.
Suddenly, Vechlin sprung from the sheets of his cot in a heap of sweat glistening upon his clammy white skin. He could feel the sweat coursing down along his cybernetic arm and leg, uncomfortably. He stood up and used a tower to begin to dry the sweat. The silence of the quarters caused a severe ringing in his ears, and an uneasy swelling emotion within. Vechlin took that moment to remember everything, from the day he trained on Zonoma Sekot as a Shadow Initiate, to the day the Shadow Order fell with him as the last Shadow Patriarch. In his mind, he was a failure.
Desperation and anger swelled inside. He clenched his mechanical fist around his towel, tearing the fabric apart before sending the fist into the wall in front of him. It was only a dream now. It was a faint memory in an abyss of pain. Today, that pain was all Vechlin understood. After meeting with his former master Xavius and the late Shadow Matriach, Lady Kota, much had changed. The Sith who were the last allies Vechlin had as the final Shadow Patriarch were also the monstrosity responsible for the deaths of countless Shadow refugees following the sacking of Daemonis and the destruction of Zonoma Sekot.
In the twisted and war-torn mind of Vechlin Alltemi, revenge was prominent, but over the years that revenge became less relevant as the universe shifted and changed. In many ways, he had forgotten why he was here.
Suddenly, Vechlin sprung from the sheets of his cot in a heap of sweat glistening upon his clammy white skin. He could feel the sweat coursing down along his cybernetic arm and leg, uncomfortably. He stood up and used a tower to begin to dry the sweat. The silence of the quarters caused a severe ringing in his ears, and an uneasy swelling emotion within. Vechlin took that moment to remember everything, from the day he trained on Zonoma Sekot as a Shadow Initiate, to the day the Shadow Order fell with him as the last Shadow Patriarch. In his mind, he was a failure.
Desperation and anger swelled inside. He clenched his mechanical fist around his towel, tearing the fabric apart before sending the fist into the wall in front of him. It was only a dream now. It was a faint memory in an abyss of pain. Today, that pain was all Vechlin understood. After meeting with his former master Xavius and the late Shadow Matriach, Lady Kota, much had changed. The Sith who were the last allies Vechlin had as the final Shadow Patriarch were also the monstrosity responsible for the deaths of countless Shadow refugees following the sacking of Daemonis and the destruction of Zonoma Sekot.
In the twisted and war-torn mind of Vechlin Alltemi, revenge was prominent, but over the years that revenge became less relevant as the universe shifted and changed. In many ways, he had forgotten why he was here.