Fiction Gallery

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

Description: The tentatively named "Crown of Ruin" is an ancient headpiece akin to a tiara. It is crafted of stone and silver plated with ornamentation of white ceramic bordered with gold trim. Though it sits lightly upon the skull, it has a curious effect on individuals within close proximity of the wearer. Force using individuals have been found to be unable to feel or tap into the Force when the item is activated. By comparison, the wearer has an increased capability or potential with the Force while the item is activated. The inscription, which has been carved into the inside of the tiara, causes the item to glow briefly and begin to exhibit the effects described above. Otherwise, it appears to be a slightly gaudy but otherwise inoffensive or noteworthy artifact.

Poetry Form: The chosen poem form is multiple-stanza haiku (the syllables sounded right when I sounded them out):

ancient artifact grand source of power and might clad in white and gold

crafted from stone grey held by rings of bright silver like a crown of old

no force beneath you none influence on the world the powerful bound

kings and lords as fools warriors and knaves alike all as but children

eternal hunger I grant your will to consume ancient sith magic

ruin in your wake only one king to wield you all else become weak

but one thing you ask and I give you as payment my life for power

All that could be seen around him was red, the occasional white flash. All that could be heard was a blaring alarm.

With his BR-5010 raised and a knife held close to his chest, he stepped in puddles of blood created by allies and enemies. Against his better judgment, he gazed upon the corpses of his allies. The wrinkles created by his dour expression softened and his brows raised, seeing the bodies of individuals he could note was much younger than he. Though a lump developed in his throat, he trekked forward.

Suddenly, his ears perked. The sounds of his steps did not much the speed in which he walked. They seemed… Accelerated. Heavy. Just as quickly as Zodac noticed, he turned the corner and pressed his back against the wall, head just beside the corner.

The heavy steps continued. With every moment that passed, they became louder, nearly echoing the halls. The human gripped the slugthrower just a bit tighter, finger planted firmly on the trigger. When he peered around the corner, he cursed beneath his breath.

Bloody footprints turned the corner and only ended just below him.

Zodac slowly stepped back and pointed his slugthrower at the hall, ready turn whatever turned that corner into a bloody mess. The heavy steps that were tailing Zodac grew louder and he waited with his finger already beginning to squeeze the trigger. As a figure turned and looked down the barrel of the slugthrower, it was instantly met with a bullet. The shot thundered off the walls and the helmet the marine wore was shattered where the slug entered and exited. Its shoulders fell back and the rifle it was holding dropped to the ground.

It fell rather ungracefully and hit the ground with a loud thud.

Despite the now dead marine, he still heard the ominous footsteps he thought belonged to the poor soul… or whatever it was, who now lay on the ground. Zodac cursed under his breath and peeked the corner, to see three more marines walking straight at him. Before he could even blink an unholy amount of bolts were fired, and he fell back behind safety. Grabbing the riot shield off his back and holding it before him, he walked backward to find a more defendable position. A marine turned the corner and laid siege to the old man’s shield, each bolt leaving a crack. Zodac yelled and responded with a flurry of his own, all hitting center mass, the entrance of the slugs leaving holes in the armor.

With any well-placed shot, he knew the shield would shatter. He couldn’t reload, he needed his off-hand to do so. In other words, he was screwed with no way to defend himself. Zodac saw something roll just behind him- It was small and black with a blinking red light. He ended his retreat and sighed, looking back at the thermal detonator then the unrelenting marines. As the beeps quickened, he closed his eyes. Then, detonation.

To his surprise, he hadn’t been turned into a puddle of gore. Towering over him was Cato, who had picked up the grenade and returned it to the marines. It exploded mid-air, the force powerful enough to knock the foes back. The droid grabbed Zodac by his arm, nearly dragging him through a doorway and into a dark room.

“Are you hurt?” The droid asked as the door shut, leaving the two in the darkened room. All that Zodac was able to make out were the glowing eyes of his ally. His large frame bent to observe the human, and with no glaring issues, he observed his surroundings.

Unable to recognize anything around him, Zodac removed the lightsaber from his harness and activated it, raising it into the air. Endless boxes, stacked to the roof, and shelves with more supplies than one could count. He immediately knew that there was only one way in. He sighed and looked at the door, pointing at it with his thumb. “Maybe they didn’t see us come in?”

Suddenly, a murmur from outside the door. Zodac knew that hiding in this room wasn’t an option. They had the upper hand, with their cybernetics and fancy weaponry. They would either have to fight here with a chance to make it out alive or die hiding like cowards. Without so much of a second thought, Zodac stabbed through the door and pulled back. The floor before him shook just a little.

The man laughed and pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear what else was happening. The steps of retreat made him all the happier, but his face of content turned to that of shock as a familiar beep echoed. Zodac turned tail and dove over some crates at the door erupted into hot metal shards, soon followed by blaster bolts- many of which penetrated the crates and nearly struck him. The marines slowly made their way in, blaster rifles at the ready to shoot anything that dare moved. As much of a crack shot Zodac was, he knew it was a death sentence to challenge the almost perfect soldiers. He waited for his turn to strike, not with his firearms… He was going to have to get down and dirty.

As a marine checked for what he thought was a casualty, he was met by the glancing blade of a lightsaber that had suddenly ignited. The soldier dodged the first and was grazed by the second swing- but quickly took advantage of an opening. The marine hit him with a left hook, staggering Zodac. With the opportunity granted, the marine took out a vibrodagger and swiped, striking the aged man across the belly, leaving a decently sized slash and quite a bit of spilled blood.

He yelled in pain and swung his lightsaber single-handedly down at the soldier, who blocked it by pinning his forearm against the crease in the man’s elbow. Similarly, the soldier tried stab Zodac in the gut, but was narrowly stopped by a hand that leveraged itself against the marine’s bicep. Now at a standstill, it was a battle of might. The pain in Zodac’s stomach grew as more blood spilled, and he felt the vibrodagger itching closer to his abdomen to put him down for good.

Among the fighting between the two, Cato was handling the second marine. He pushed the soldier, sprinting with both hands extended outward. He shot at the droid, the bolts penetrating Cato’s plates but not stopping him. He grabbed him and lifted him far above his head, throwing the poor thing so hard at the ground there was an audible crack. Had it been any normal being, they certainly would’ve been knocked out or dead. Cato lifted his leg high into the air to stop the soldier, the marine dodged by the skin of his teeth. He rolled and unsheathed his vibrodagger, swiping at the droid’s leg.

A miss.

Cato pulled his leg back up just in the nick of time, and stopped down on the arm. This time, a much louder crack, and the knife dropped. Without time to waste, Cato picked up the marine by his neck and held him with a tight, barely breathable grip. He lifted the soldier above him and squeezed as hard as his lanky, metal fingers allowed. Apparently, it was quite hard as the struggle ended and the marine hung limply. Cato threw the body to the side and saw the struggle between his friend and the final soldier, and rushed to help.

Zodac felt the dagger slowly enter his abdomen, and he tried to yell in pain and was unable to. He wasn’t strong enough to prevent it from happening. It slowly cut deeper, and Zodac became weaker. The droid grabbed the arm that held the vibrodagger was in and pulled back, it sliding out of Zodac’s abdomen. Cato placed his hand over the marine’s hand and pulled it into the his chest slowly, as he had did to his friend. Zodac fell onto his back, weakened by the loss of blood, barely conscious. The soldier whimpered in pain and the blade stabbed deep into their chest, and they fell to their knees. They looked down at the handle and grabbed it, but suddenly stopped moving.

Cato stepped over the body and went to Zodac, picking him and the lightsaber up swiftly. “Stay with me, now. We’re gonna get you better, alright? You’re going to be okay.” Zodac felt the cold embrace of his friend and shivered. His head felt heavy and wanted to rest, the same went for his eyelids and limbs. That’s all the human wanted, just to rest for a few moments to regain his strength. The alarms that had filled the air in the corridors had seemingly silenced, replaced by a ringing in his ears. He saw Cato looked down at him more than a few times, but couldn’t hear. He fought to keep his eyes open, fought to keep his head upright. Suddenly, a final cold chill shook him.

He finally received the rest he wanted, and it all went black.

The Holocron of Darth Haiku

Within this relic Symphonies of Destruction Await the Master

Revel in Hatred Unleash the Anger within Built from long-lost fears

Lost within your Rage Millenia of power Unlocked by Lightning

Then will I reveal Forms I had chosen before The days of your birth

And you shall possess Knowledge, Power, Sith Wisdom Shared by Darth Haiku

Description:

The holocron of Darth Haiku is a multifaceted jewel that appears to be of natural creation; this item was not made by any hands of mortal man. It is pure kyber crystal that seems to have more than a thousand small faces yet would sit within the palm of a normal sized mortal being. It appears to be clear or glass-like; yet, when mortal eyes stare within its crystalline center, all colors and none begin to emerge or shine forth. This holocron is mostly round yet is obviously not a perfect sphere. And when one of true power stares within its center, words seem to appear that will guide true masters towards unlocking its true potential.