Fiction Gallery

(did a haiku)

Bloodshed in darkness Shadows bind the stars in death Darkness shatters light

Storms rise and strike fierce Echoes of past Lords are heard Ancient power freed

Death and sacrifice Hate must conquer foolish love Chaos power gained

Only the worthy No room for fear and death Darkness rules again

High Sith translation: Wirzyasshu'ija ir jina'tis Hadzuska mirji ri w'ana ir kûts Jina'tis timiri rokatsa

Asimi dradzia diâ tiwi dtoanazi Iwa iw drosar ari aji Nimyi midwan ridasi

Kûts diâ Aukotis Zûtaiki nayir zarmi kinriai aki Chhaosas midwan tihri

Ros ri arji Ra dzikdta dzis nairi ao kûts Jina'tis ririna wau

Source: http://starwars.myrpg.org/coruscant_translator.php

Description:

The artifact is a scepter/lance made of obsidian with an inscription carved in and filled with white Force crystal shards. At the top of the lance is a crystalline elongated blade, the edges sharpened and shaped to resemble a lance point. When the user reaches out to the Force with the ancient weapon as the focus, dark side energy channels through the scepter and into the user enhancing their power and abilities. When used as a weapon, it can unleash an energy blade of Force energy in any energy form desired. For example, it can be a blast of lightning, pure dark energy, or fire. Within the obsidian part of the staff, is a Force crystal-shard-filled hollowed section that is also bound by Force energy. However, this weapon is dormant, and will only wake when a worthy user has granted it a taste of their blood. Any kill made from betrayal by the weapon seems to enhance it power even more. The weapon’s most notable ability is to sap surrounding light from an area, and can create a temporary nexus of dark energy strong enough in a radius of twenty miles nullifying light side energy. Those who fight alongside the user will experience a boost in their own power.

[OPTION 1]

"Get the Headmistress." He turned away from the man, moving toward the door.

"My lord?" The researcher arched an eyebrow at the man, then darted his eyes back toward the fragments of holocron laid out on the table before him. His mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. He wondered if he had done something wrong, committed some sort of unforgivable error. He retraced his steps, how he had carefully laid out the bits of crystal lattice. Did he remember to keep the shards close enough to each other, in order to avoid any dissipation of residual energy? He cursed himself silently. He wanted this assignment, he practically begged for the chance to show off the new discovery to the Krath Lord, and now he was in this fine predicament. He sighed. "Were you done with..."

Muz turned his head briefly, a cold look crossing his face as a hand shot up to indicate the requirement for silence. The researcher flinched, reaching out with his own senses, letting the pull of the Force wash over him as he felt along the very essence of the universe. He felt the corridors, lined with journeymen, minds swirling as they found their place in their new and larger world. He felt the guards, some from the Throne, others wearing the deep cerulean of the Obelisk as they made their paces. He felt the heavy doors of the vaults, the seals keeping the most precious bits of treasure from...what did Ciara call it? Distracting or corrupting the members of the Academy. Beyond that, he felt the cold, the void of space. The hairs stood on the back of his neck as the klaxons pierced his ears. The door slid open, the black armored clone and violet skinned Twi'lek leaning on the corridor wall in wait, a pair of droids between them. Muz turned back to the researcher, pointing at the commlink on the wall before stepping through the doorway.

"They're playing our song." Doc smiled as he put his helmet on, drawing one of his pistols from a holster at his hip. Muz stepped past him, his gait measured and heavy as he moved down the hallway, the thoroughfare leading to one of the landing platforms.

"Of course they are." Leena groused, nodding at Hekate to take up the rear, walking alongside her blastromech droid. "There's no such thing as a milk run with..." Her voice trailed off as she pulled a datapad into her hand, fast fingers tapping commands as she pulled data from the station's systems. "The station is under attack." She paused watching the data develop. "That's...a lot of ships."

"One of the clans?" Doc sneered the question through his helmet. He wouldn't put it past any of the clans to try to strike an attack of opportunity, try to seize the artifacts and neophytes for themselves. It'd be a risky gamble, but he had read of worse attempts.

"They're having trouble with the IFFs." Leena paused for a moment. "Like at Meridian."

"The Collective then." Doc chuckled, watching the end of the corridor grow closer with every step. He looked at the Keibatsu. "We're playing defense this time, or are we just bailing?"

The chaos seemed to grow closer, distant explosions echoing toward them, the metallic whine of breaching jaws tearing through the hull giving way to the thump of boots hitting the floor and weapons charging in the distance. "Blackwind's messaged us." Leena snarled, crouching down behind her droid for a moment, fingers flying across the device in her hands. "Ciara's asking for aid."

The light spilling from his sabers was all the answer that was given.

At first glance, this whip looks like any ordinary whip. However, closer examination reveals an insignia located on one side of the hilt with gold webs on either side. The insignia is the Sith Orders and within it is a symbol for the Inquisitors. The length of the whip is a simple but aged braided leather. Looking at it you could tell it had seen many battles.

The very bottom of the hilt discreetly twists off. Within the hilt is a small piece of old parchment. And written on this parchment is where a Sith Incantation is written to unlock the whip's hidden powers.

Once the whip is activated the user can use it to lash out webs of power that surrounds the target and shiphons their strength.

Haiku Poem:

A hard hilt Grasp it within your hand Smell the leather

Take your stance Extend your arm up Crack the tip

State the code Feel the power within Embrace that power

Channel to whip Lash out towards target Weaken your opponent

The poem is in Haiku format.

The Sith artifact is a round, smooth, circular bracelet made up of precious metal that once worn around the wrist, infuses the wearer with a boost in strength and speed. Most times this is just enough to give the wearer an edge in combat to finish an opponent.

The cost though is great to both a force user and non-force user. After a short time, small sharp spikes penetrate the wrist, draw blood and drains the wearer's stamina and life. Unfortunately due to the spikes, the wearer cannot easily remove the bracelet without damaging their wrist severely. A force user with more control can last longer than the non force user.

Round, smooth, circular Made up of precious metal Fits around your wrist

Hiding a secret Within the walls of metal Several sharp spikes

They draw crimson blood Infusing great strength and speed But it comes with cost

Your life ebbs away Your stamina fading fast Till the force claims you

My chosen form is that of a haiku. It can be found marked with the - symbol about half way down.

Burial Urn of Darth Haima

Burial Urn of Darth Haima

Darth Haima was an early adherent to Sith teachings. He focused mainly on blood rituals and augmenting both his, others, and creature’s blood with Sith magiks and Alchemy. Upon his death, his followers were instructed to cremate his remains and place the resulting ash and bone in a ritualized burial urn.

The urn stands at twelve inches tall and approximately 10 inches in diameter. It is constructed of obsidian with aurodium and electrum inlays at the top, middle, and bottom of the urn. There are two handles on each side in the shape of a scimitar, with both honed to a razor’s edge. Grasping these will facilitate the bleeding needed to mix blood with the cremains.

The cap of the urn is completely made of obsidian. Pulling the top off causes a low sound that has been described by researchers as a moaning sound. Closing the lid makes the noise cease, but those in close vicinity have urges to grasp the urn and open it.

Around the urn at its largest circumference near the top is an inscription in ancient Sith that states:

-Within this stone cask- -Lies a lord of blood and death- -Imbued by darkness-

-With death lies power- -Flesh to ash and bone to dust- -The end has not come-

-In the Darkest Night- -Power of the ash revealed- -Through Blood sacrificed-

-Blood and ash joined- -The power of the dark lord- -Joins and lives anew-

It is believed that during an occultation of a star by a planet, or by the light of a black hole or black dwarf, one can mix their blood with the cremains and wipe the resulting mixture on their body. Researchers believe that this will reactivate the alchemical bases within the ash giving the user great power and command of the Force.

The artifact is an urn, made of a smooth, black, polished obsidian. Embedded into the urn are four scenes depicted two male figures dressed in Sith garb. the first scene depicts one figure stealing an cylindrical object, speculated to be a light-saber or a holocron, from the other. The next scene depicts the sith who was stolen from laying a trap for the thief, preparing a pit for him to fall into. the third scene depicts the execution of the trap, with the thief being successfully lured into the pit. The fourth depicts the pit being set on fire, and the thief presumably burned alive. An inscription around the rim of the urn reads the following in the Old Tongue

Like a starving cat You stalk what was mine by right Steal away at night

The quiet spider Sets a trap for its victim Spinning silently

A crack of thunder The trap is sprung, the thief caught He struggles futilely

The Flames punish him Till naught but grey ash remains A resting place, here.

The form is a series of four haikus.

The Crystalline Blood of Naga Sadow

The crystalline blood of Naga Sadow was rumoured to have been taken from Naga Sadow's deceased body by his loyalists before it was interred. Rumours and hearsay from past millennia said the crystalline blood could be used to summon the ghost of Naga Sadow to call upon his dark powers to smite down enemies. Actual research on the blood has determined that the blood does possess an extremely high Midichlorian count and is extremely dark side aligned. Due to the crystalline blood circular shape, it has been used in place of a synthetic lightsaber crystal that produces a blood-red lightsaber blade, however, how it differs from a regular lightsaber crystal has yet to be researched further despite the apparent fact it enhances the wielders capacities some. A stone tablet was found with the crystalline blood, a ritualistic incantation written in the form of a haiku and in the old tongue of the ancient Sith is carved on the tablet, and while something is lost in the translation the chant is as follows:

"Our dark lord has died, Oh, blood please renew our lord, Our eternal god. His life eternal, Death has no meaning to him, A blessed illusion. Only time will tell, His essence shall endure on, As will his hatred. Blazing eternal, The dark heart of a master, Beating forever!"

The Face of Fire

Artifact:

The artifact is a bust of an ancient, masked Sith Lord. A cowl shrouds and surrounds the mask, and the mask itself is ashen grey with faded, yellowed vertical stripes upon it's cheeks and up over the eye sockets. When a Force Sensitive touches the mask, it feels warm to the touch. After a few moments the eye sockets and mouth fill with apparent flames. Though this seems like an illusion, heat emanates from them as if from a real fire, and the bust becomes scalding hot to the touch. When the incantation is spoken by a Force user, they can feel something "tugging" at their mind. The stronger they are, the stronger this pull is, and it seems to tug one toward the outer rim.

Poem format: Tanka (5-7-5-7-7 syllables, in 4 stanzas)

In the far reaches There is one who dreams in space His mind a wild place He waits and watches for signs, Of a time to strike once more

His touch burns the flesh, His will is made manifest Burn the unworthy Scald those who show true power Grant them the vision to see

The path is open, It unfolds before my eyes The return is set, I will travel the right path, To be determined worthy

The inferno burns, But my power will shield me, I am judged worthy, I will take hold of his strength, And return with the wild one

Augur Locke Sonjie 10311