The Rebel Faction

He stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind buffeting his black cloak and purple tunic. Before him was a vast canyon, its sides steep and a roaring river at it's very bottom. The place was barren for the most part, save for some of the more hardy plant life in the various rock crevices and on the riverbank. The river itself twisted and turned within the canyon valley wildly, almost unpredictably: it would be a river traveler’s nightmare.

The river turns and constantly changes it's course, sometimes unpredictably. He thought. Kind of like my life...

It wasn't so long ago he led a different life, the life of a nomad, the life of a loner, not caring what others thought of him and only desiring to live life as he saw fit. Certain events and encounters changed that life: he found family, he found love and he dared to settle down. But the ever changing river that was his life changed yet again, drastically if not just tragically, and he briefly returned to the life of a nomad, wallowing in his own self pity, leaving his family behind.

It was fairly recently his life's river took another turn and this time he found the Force. In reality he always had it, but he never believed in it until recently. All that he loved and cared for was but a mute shadow in the back of his mind now...or so he believed. On his left wrist he still wore the gold bracelet that symbolized the bond he had with the one he lost, one who's untimely death ultimately caused him to start down this path, the path to the Darkside. He didn't know why he still wore it, but he couldn't bring himself to discard it.

He unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and regarded it, wondering how many more will fall to it's blade. It had taken some getting used to, to weld a blade that had no weight, but that was his only problem with learning to weld it. Having welded a blade of some sort most of his life, he imagined he would have an advantage over many others in duels. He still had his normal sword, which was clipped to the left side of his belt, and he practiced with regularly: he surmised it would be a good thing to keep on him in case he needed to fight while keeping his status as an apprentice to the Darkside a secret.

He felt a shift in his mind, a stirring: his thoughts of a body count had aroused it. It being a dark spirit that had been a part of his family for many generations, passing on to one male each generation and in his generation he had the honor of 'renting space' to it. For the longest time he saw the thing, called the K'Satizitus, as nothing but an unwanted burden, but recently he learned just how useful it was. Not only could it enhance his abilities when in a state he had dubbed 'the bloodrage' but it was a good source of information as well. However it was permanently 'tethered' to him so it's information gathering abilities were somewhat limited. Plus it was a being that did not like being controlled: it wanted to be in control of itself and occasionally tested his will against it's own. Should he lose even one of those mental battles it would be he that became the slave and it the Master.

~Uro wo killing teduy?~ He heard it coo in his mind, speaking in an ancient form of Dosh that was also his old Clan dialect.

"Not likely." He spoke aloud, though just thinking the answer would have been enough. "There is nothing here to kill." To punctuate the point he put his lightsaber back on its hook.

~Yea toaso mo.~ It said in a mock whine. ~Yea premisod te koop mo fod.~ What 'fed' it was namely the pain, death, and general chaos he caused when in the bloodrage. He had promised to willingly go into the bloodrage every once in awhile to satisfy the spirits hunger, as long as it didn't give him so much grief between 'feedings'.

"You'll be 'fed' soon enough." He said sharply. "The Force lead me here, though I do not know why."

~Ahhh...U tost...u tost it mast bo!~ The spirit cackled.

"If it's a test, I'll find out soon enough." He said as he knelt down, his lilac eyes peering across the wide expanse of the canyon and down into the river valley below. He could not see any signs of recent passings, even with his Ranger skills, though that did not mean someone or something couldn’t be here besides himself.

Of course it's not going to obvious. He thought, frowning slightly. He settled down into a meditation position, intending to let what ever his purpose was here to reveal itself rather then going on a wild nuna chase.

Edit: (ooc: sorry...forgot to tag it as open...)

As a Seeker Lahout had been in many a strange place, and on many a dirty planet. The incident with that cult of the Unspoken stuck out as one of the more unique events that had transpired since he had left Vandenelhiem, yet something deep inside told him that he would see stranger before his search was over.

The feelings that emanated from the hole in the ground before him confirmed that suspicion. Why he was here, in this disserted place, staring into what was probably nothing more than a well was rather irrelevant. He was a seeker, and a seeker was to leave nothing unturned. Besides, he had a feeling. The seventh was speaking to him here, very clearly. The seventh told him to go down, so down he went.

Darkness enveloped his gray head as he floated down the hole. It was dark here, one of those unnatural darkness's that occurred when light was completely absent. Even space wasn't this dark. And yet, when he looked up Lahout could see the sunlight above.

The seventh didn't speak as he lowered himself, but his other instincts told him to take it slow.

A small ball of light appeared before Lahout as he walked along down what appeared to be a hallway. This was not simply a well as he had assumed, this was a man-made cavern. The carvings on the walls made Lahout pause to examine them. He had been an artisan in his guild before being selected for the Search, and a brief examination of the carvings told him that a skilled worker had spent many days here. "Intricate" he mumbled to himself as his fingers traced the contours of a snake-like being.

The rocks groaned as if in pain, and the seventh suddenly sent a bolt of ice down Lahout's spine. There was a dark one here, somewhere. The Seeker narrowed his eyes and allowed the small bit of light he had created flicker out. As it died his pupils expanded, until his eyes were almost completely black. Even here, where light was seemingly complete gone he was able to harvest light, and focus well enough so he could see a faint ghosting of his surroundings. His people were underground dwellers, and they had long ago perfected the art of seeing when there was nothing to see with.

Lahout didn't bother trying to feel out and touch the dark one. Rather, he waited. The seventh insisted upon it.

Lahout stood in the inky shadow, listening to the other being approached. He didn't prod or try intruding upon the other being, he simply waited and listened. A red flickering of light against the walls of the cave registered on his now-sensitive eyes, and they dilated slightly to compensate.

As Lahout listened to the approaching being, both with his ears and with the seventh, he noticed a strange sensation. It was as if there was a certain duality to the approaching being, like there were two of them. Lahout frowned slightly, he only sensed one being, yet it seemed as if there were two of the seventh inside the stranger. There was a murky darkness to the stranger that impeded Lahout from hearing any more. His mouth twisted slightly with distaste, dark ones were despised as weaklings by his people.

Shadows on the floor appeared as the being inched his way around a corner, and Lahout got a full view of the being. His eyes dilated again to compensate for the light, but he was able to make out the form of the being. A lizard man... thought Lahout. He had seen a few of these on the various planets he had been to.

The being hissed out a phrase in heavily accented Basic. Lahout didn't move from his position, nor did he reply. Instead, he continued to feel out this being. The duplicity he felt intrigued just as much as it revolted.


He knew well the traditions of his species. Dark ones rarely lived long, a dark Mar'hute had more than once lead to death on a massive scale amongst the clans.


His eyes continued to adjust to the change in lighting, and gradually he was able better see the other being. It was a lizard man, as he had first suspected. The weapon he held was of that of a Jedi, yet Lahout had yet to meet a Jedi whose essence held this same duplicity.


The weapon, a Lightsabre the y called it, was a formidable weapon equal to that of the Shard the elder pu'ti carried. In trained hands it could kill before the target could blink, but for some reason Lahout didn't think this being was as trained as the Jedi he had seen on Naboo, months back.

Lahout continued to say nothing, even though the lizard being was obviously expecting a reply. Keep them off balance his combat master had told him many a time. Keep them off balance his financing tutor had repeated more than once. Keep them off balance the local Pu'ti had repeated during every tribe meeting. It was a common technique, make the enemy do the thinking and guessing.

While he didn't regard this lizard being as an enemy, not yet anyway, he knew that beings in this galaxy were unpredictable in their ways. They could appear to be your friend one moment, and the next they would kill you without blinking.


His eyes were now becoming more attuened to the unnatural red light. On Vandenelhiem a Mar'hute could spend years without an external light source, provided their eyes acclimated properly. The pupils of some Mar'hute eyes were unable to widen enough to do as such, while some could do it but preferred an external light source anyway. Lahout fell to the latter category, which was by far the most common on Vandelhiem.


“Are you the keeper of his place?” He asked, calmly. “If so I apologize for my intrusion, for the Force drew me here.”

Lahout remained motionless as the being spoke, and took a reassessment. The lizard was young to the seventh, or what this galaxy called the 'Force'. But then, everyone in this ignorant, backward galaxy was but a childling to the seventh. The lizard held a weapon not common amongst the populace of the galaxy, and he seemed to be ... possessed. Lahout smiled internally; that was what it was. The duality, the strange twin-ness within this lizard was similar to that of a possession.

And he was dark.


Lahout decided upon a course of action.

"Yes," he said in reply to the lizard's question. A slight tweak with the seventh changed the intonation of his voice, making sound ancient.

[ooc: appearance of Lahout is just like my Kas avatar(link).]