Competition: Rule of Two

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Rule of Two

Darth Bane instituted the Rule of Two were there would be only two Sith at one time, a Master & an Apprentice guaranteeing that when the Apprentice becomes powerful enough in the ways of the Dark Side of the Force to take the title of Master, only then would they be worthy of the title. This transfer of power would only take place when the Apprentice takes their Master's life and finds a worthy student to repeat the cycle (taken from Wookieepedia).

Tell the story of how your character took his/her Masters life, did you poision them, attacked when your Master wasn't looking, or, like Darth Sidious, did you kill them while they slept?

Minimum 500 words & a maximum of 10,000 words, .docx, .rtf, .pdf all accepted

I will not be grading will on spelling, grammar or use of punctuation, but on how well the story was written (because I suck at spelling, grammar & the use of punctuation), be detailed & as descriptive as you can. The more detail in the story the better.

Competition Information
Organized by
Battlelord Ra'gnar
Running time
2014-12-15 until 2015-01-12 (29 days)
Target Unit
Entire DJB
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Second Level Crescents
Participants
26 subscribers, of which 10 have participated.
Results
1st place
Mystic Revs
Member
Mystic Revs
File submission
Revs_rule_of_two.docx
Placement
1st place
Member
Warrior Anahorn Dempsey
File submission
14057ADarkEraBegins.pdf
Textual submission

Enjoy :)

Placement
2nd place
Member
Seer Lexiconus Qor
Textual submission

Galleros Sjl sat impatiently at the chair in the shuttle as it slowly orbited Port Ol’val, with the strobe lights flickering across the asteroids and his shuttle. His mind flickered across thoughts and emotions, all dark and abysmal in nature. However on this day, Sjl was feeling more nervous than most as this day was going to change the rest of his life. As the shuttle slowly edged towards the landing area in Port Ol’val, he could sense a familiar presence hidden within. A strong and powerful presence that reminded him of a history he favoured. The extreme regime of a training droid, the extended hours at scrolls, exams and weapons, and finally the smell of burnt flesh that was surrounded by the echoes of roars and shouts. But the memory that shined out into his mind most of all was the stinging sensation of his first lightsaber that was given to him by Consul Marick himself. Whirring and hissing of cords attaching to the shuttle broke his day dreaming as the legs of the shuttle slammed into the hangar bay. Feeling determined, Sjl jumped out of the door and sprinted ahead towards the Qel-Droma Offices.

The Zelosian was met with the glowing doors of the offices, with the armoury towards the right. The young Krath Priest walked towards the locked door and slowly studied the area. His mind turned to obtaining the key and he stepped inside the office entrance towards the directory desk. Once inside the controlled environment of heaters, recycled air and intercom messages, his eyes diverted towards the map. It was his choice to chase down the Quartermaster of this complex and it seemed simple as his office was near. Without a second notion, Sjl marched down the corridor, ignoring the greetings of several admin members. His senses darted around to locate the correct office. It was relatively easy to guide himself around the complex, as he was brought up here before and his Force abilities could track anyone he desired. Within minutes he arrived at the correct office, the plaque next to the door retained an anvil on it with the name ‘Quartermaster’ written in Selenian accent. With a soft sigh Sjl waited a second to gather his thoughts, then confidently entered the office. His eyes quickly matched the brawly and scrubby face of the Qel-Droman soldier, whose hand darted for a blaster.

Sjl quickly slapped up his silver hilt and ignited his purple blade, easily before the blaster could line with the Krath. The stocky man stood and fired several shots at Sjl that were controlled back to the soldier just as efficiently. The Dark Jedi then rushed forward and blasted a wave of kinetic energy at the soldier’s chest which caused him to slam onto the wall and his chair to flick and pin against him. Sjl leapt then latched onto the desk and disarmed the Quartermaster by cutting off his arm. A shriek of pain echoed the office and hall outside which pleased Sjl as a smirk lay on his malachite lips.

“The key?” The Krath Priest only said those words as his concentration was directed towards the soldier’s mind, beckoning him to show Sjl’s item of desire.

The man slowly reached into his shirt and yanked a small chip that hung from his neck. He shakingly placed his hand out and the Zelosian snatched the chip then darted towards the door. As the whooshing door opened for Sjl, he was met with the face of a very disgruntled droid who continued speaking binary and ramming his body against Sjl. The Krath pushed the metallic body away and then proceeded out towards the entrance once more. Again after following his senses, the Zelosian was met with the thick metallic armoury door, and a data panel. With the chip in hand, he placed his palm against the panel and a beep echoed around him along with the woosh of the armoury door. Wasting no time, Sjl stepped inside.

The Priest was met with many shelves of weapons, ammunitions and explosives that decorated the place with great pride. As a novice to this market, Sjl scanned the area to look for something that looks portable and expensive. After many minutes, his eyes were met with the red glow of several incendiary grenades. He snatched a metallic case, then stuffed the grenades inside and locked it. The plan was simple for him; to place the case inside the office, pay his final respects and leave. But the notion to do this heinous crime beckoned at his morale to reconsider. Sjl knew time was essential and quickly left the armoury doors and back inside the offices. With his senses working at top condition, he tracked his way into the core offices that were most valued and treasured members of the Qel-Droman Summit. His eyes quickly scanned the plaques for the right name with haste. ‘Celevon, Invictus, Socorra, Nikola...’ The door was decorated with the Sith emblem and locked from the inside, taking a deep breath Sjl knocked hard. Surprisingly the door opened and he was finally met with the face of his long departed master, Valtiere reading a Sith Scroll.

“What is it, beast?”

“I’ve come with news that a war with the One Sith is soon and the Consul beckons your arm in battling this threat.”

“If Marick Arconae wanted to ask me for aide, he would of used the holocommunicator himself. You waste my time, beast!” Nikola’s anger echoes his room through his strong voice.

Not wanting to disrespect his master, Sjl slowly walked inside and sat opposite the former Quaestor, slowly slipping the case under the desk. Sjl could clearly see that Nikola knew what was happening, there was no lying to a man who could see the future.

“Sir, if you just gave me a second to explain, if the One Sith do win they will head here next, with possibly the Black Suns.”

“I know exactly the history of this place, I need not your inexperienced words to repeat it. Your goal should be to strengthen Dark Forge, go do so!” Valtiere shouted at the Zelosian, who still quivered at his orders. In the couple of seconds that was mixed with rage, Sjl reached inside the case lifted the snip from a grenade and quickly ran from the room.

In a mixture of confusion and panic, Nikola quickly stood then launched his ceremonial dagger at his student. The blade missed Sjl’s shoulder, but stabbed into a plant’s bark opposite his office and smashed the pot itself. The Priest quickly rolled away from the door and hid his head as he counted down, then the explosion of light and fire echoed out of the office door. Feeling lost and afraid, Sjl grabbed the dagger from the bark and ran towards the exit. This wasn’t a proper Sith betrayal, but it was Krath enough.

Placement
3rd place
Member
Warrior Aay'han Agrona Beviin
File submission
Competition_-_Rule_of_Two.doc
Textual submission

Nath Voth
13425

Placement
No placement
Member
Warlord Mauro Wynter
File submission
When_Two_Became_One.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Padawan Drake Starfire
Textual submission

I Drake Starfire, killed my master. I did it in a way no one could call cowardly. i didn't backstab, poison, and i surely didn't murder him in his sleep. I simply told him is time was over, and that i was gonna kill him so i could be the master. He simply laughed and said that was a good joke. I called for a duel, he accepted saying that it would teach me a lesson and that he may even kill me. I wasn't afraid, in fact, he should have been the one who was afraid. I had no lightsaber form other than form 0, he had mastered some forms so he had the “advantage”. But arrogance, was his undoing. We both drew out sabers. Mine wasn't so special, just an armory saber, but it didn't stop me from destroying him. We immediately went into a lock up, I had given him a little whut whut headbutt shortly after. You see, i was far more superior when it came to physical combat, with me being proficient in Broken Gate. During the duel he had bested me a few times with superior swordsmanship, but I would easily get out of a tricky situation with a few kicks or punches. It was long and out drawn, but he managed to destroy my lightsaber by nicking the tip off. I immediately bounced to his wall and picked a sith sword. I always did do a little better with a bladed weapon. He too picked one up and we took the fight to a whole new level. We were both matched when it came to bladed weapons. The fight was filled with parrys and counter attacks, but we were never able to get the upperhand. I decided to punch him, he replied with a jolt of lightning hurled at me. Any furniture in the room by now had been burned or smashed up, as we had been fighting in his keep. I had gotten angry, hurled myself at him and began beating him on the ground. I was fueled by rage as i punched him into oblivion, screaming how much I felt his end coming closer. His face was now covered in blood. He was laughing, he pushed me across the room with the force, hurling me out a window and crashing outside. He followed, as he came towards me he smiled and lunged at me with the killing blow. I rolled out of the way and stood back up. We then continued our fight outside, it was raining but we did not care. We wanted each other dead. I jumped back and with all my energy i focused my power, putting all i had into lifting a crate, i knew it would give me the distraction i needed. With everything i had left i hurled the box at him through the force backed with all my life energy, i then hurled at him as he deflected the box away from himself. As i hurled at him I directed the sword at his heart and stabbed him, the sword went straight through him like jello, and just like that, he was dead. As I saw the life exit his eyes I sat down, proud of my self. I had just now become the master. And i must now find an apprentice.

Placement
No placement
Member
Acolyte Dreith Droheden
File submission
__I_am_him__my_master__.docx
Placement
No placement
Member
Battlemaster Brimstone aka Seabr'imsto'nedansr
Submission
Battlemaster Brimstone aka Seabr'imsto'nedansr opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
No placement
Member
Battlelord Lucyeth
File submission
Rule_of_Two.docx
Textual submission

SW Lucyeth
#13700

Placement
No placement
Member
Augur Xantros
File submission
KAP_Xantros__11518__The_rule_of_Two.doc
Placement
No placement