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Author's Notes: So I definitely need grammar betas and some creative feedback so that I can post another chapter. I promise to have it ready and posted A.S.A.P. My goal in this story is to make an awesome Sith Warrior that is not OP but is still one BAMF. Also I am open to new and original Dark Side Force Powers as well as a limiter for Force Power combat. Please and Thank You!
Other Notes: Word of Warning this is my first story so I am going to mess up but that's the fun part. To you my audience I hope you enjoy the figments of my imagination and decide to engage and participate in creating a truly unique story with me.
It was a frozen storm whiplashing the night time Korribani Deserts. A prelude to the intense pursuit that was giving way as a young pregnant acolyte panicked her way across the tombs of Korriban.
The pursuing predator advancing upon her was the rare legend known as the 'Necro Terentatek'. A perfect pitch black Terentatek with complete immunity to the Force. Not to mention one and a half times bigger, faster, stronger, and smarter than the average Terentatek.
The pregnant acolyte was none the wiser on the impressive and superior abilities this predator contained, her only concern was for refuge because she was ready to enter labor from shock. Barely six months into pregnancy had she begun to reflect that maybe she should have waited to pursue her passions?
What kind of dignified, pure-blooded Sith noble would enter the academy and have a fling with the first other Pureblood she could find? She reckoned that she was trying to preserve the pure breed and birth a strong heir to her father's household. Clearly she chose the wrong planet to start, and the wrong point of her pre-Sith career. It was unfair that although she witnessed a fabled beast that the sum of her life would be to become its prey.
The beast gained on her and swiped with its massive razor sharp claws. In that swing it sliced off the kneecap and down from both legs. She fell to the ground, eating sand mixed with desert ice. She began to bleed out and, in response to the shock, broke her fountain as she began to enter labor in her last moments of life.
How ironic was her death, to give birth and produce life whilst hers was taken from her. The beast latched a claw to her upper torso and opened wide swallowing her whole.
She latched on to one of the beast's rear molars on the inside of its mouth and struggled for dear life whilst her blood flowed into the beast's throat. Normally since animals lack the proper vocal chords or system they can eat and breathe at virtually the same time, however, drinking implies constant swallowing that coupled with enough drainage can eventually shut the stomach from receiving any more to breathe independently instead of simultaneously.
To her luck the beast began to choke on her blood, as well as her thrashing around the back of its throat. In one strong push she quickly disposed of the baby inside her and watched it fall down the throat through the respiratory passage.
Meanwhile the beast enraged at the prey not going down right began chewing viciously with its massive jaws mincing her hands first and using its tongue to force her to the front of his mouth. It completely crushed her in seconds while the Sith baby that had fallen barely made it to the respiratory passage simultaneous to his mother's death.
Being a Sith child the baby had a simian mouth that at being born would normally cry at having to use its lungs for the first time but the blood piling up allowed him to use his gills. Another condition of being born was that his sustenance came from his mother but in his fall the umbilical cord had been torn. So now he had to wean, but being a new born did not really know how and only had the instinct to wean on the closest thing to his mouth.
Unfortunately for the Necro Terentatek the child did not fit in his capillaries or his respiratory system and the child was searching for a breast inside of them. Sucking and drinking the beast's blood the child popped blood vessels and bathed in the blood of the rare beast.
Bursting the organs and tearing a path towards the heart, whilst breathing through his gills en route to his longs, blood that contained low oxygen levels the baby began to spasm and weaned the heart of the beast in an effort to find sustenance that wasn't so harmful.
The beast in the extreme pain of a quasi-stroke roared with the Force to try to expel the child and clawed at its heart to try and rip the child out. The child hearing and feeling the direct influence of the Force began to imitate the very same action that when he succeeded after a few attempts the beast slumped over dead from the shock of organ rupture but not before clawing an opening in its chest cavern.
The Sith child tumbled and squirmed helplessly seeking pure air, alive only because of the strong connection to the dark side of the force that was existent in the sustenance of Korriban. By chance he found his way out the small opening made by the beast and crawled out, after such a horrible experience the baby laid there breathing pure air and crying out loud.
Several Tuk'ata smelling the signs of a fresh kill came to the scene but were very hesitant in approaching the Necro Terentatek's carcass. Even they weren't so stupid as to draw near one of those creatures without being sure there was no retaliation possible. And being non-sentient beings driven by the madness in the dark side of the Force they could never be absolutely sure.
They heard the crying of the child that did not sound like Terentatek young yet its stench was that of one. 'It must be a runt' the conclusion of the veterans in the Tuk'ata pack. Their decision was to ignore the child since the theoretically dead Terentatek was a male. That meant that the mother is bound to be close and none of them had a death warrant prescribed to them just yet.
Meanwhile, nearby in the quadrant was a Sith Apprentice in search of the Necro Terentatek. His master Lord Malebolge insisted that the beast was real and that drinking its blood before it died would infuse direct power to the person. His mission was to find at least a Terentatek and bring it back alive for study.
This is not a normal request in the capacity of most apprentices; however, he was not a normal apprentice. For one thing he was close to earning the title of Sith Lord for his experience and vast exploits. He was renowned for his extreme malice, gift of teaching, and great insight into lightsaber combat.
His master had a compendium of the ancient sorcery practiced on Korriban and was an avid sorcerer but Daemon the Apprentice did not excel in this area, though his knowledge base in it was firmer than most Inquisitors.
As he trekked across the night time desert in the fabled quadrants the beast he sought was known to hunt he heard the crying of a child.
"A child? In the deserts of Korriban? That's impossible the Emperor has forbidden the birth of any sentient being on this sacred planet." Daemon queried. Yet he certainly heard well as the child wailed as if aware of his presence. He immediately homed in on the crying to certainly find both his assignment and the source of the child all in one place.
The baby was a Sith Pureblood child appendage-less and crimson red with hues of charcoal-gray in his darker shaded sections. It was crusty from the coagulated blood, shivering from the cold desert temperature, and crying from the hunger pangs. It lay prone on the carcass of the legendary Necro Terentatek that seemed as if somebody slew it at first glance.
"What the Sith?!" screamed the Pureblood. 'What in the name of oblivion is a Pureblood baby doing on top of the carcass of a legend?' Daemon in shock began to ponder. To his misfortune his mission was only half complete, here lay a dead legend. But that didn't mean it was a complete failure after all you could study this legend and this quadrant where it died. The child was the real issue.
The Emperor had banned the births of any child on Korriban and that therein laid the problem. Not many knew but since Korriban was the birthplace of the Sith it was more than just the epicenter of the dark side. Korriban was the conduit for a transaction between the Sith people and the Dark Side of the Force.
This meant that the potency of Sith children born on Korriban would be greater here than in any other planet. This did not mean that Korribani children were greater warriors; it only meant potential was exponentially increased here in likelihoods.
Another unknown fact about children born in Korriban, other than inheriting the unwilling and unflinching headstrong will of the Ancients, was that the natural born citizens of Korriban held a birthright to the throne of the Sith Empire. This is a menial ancient practice but for the Emperor to dictate none could be born on Korriban meant that maybe it might not be an antiquated tradition.
Virtually that meant this child was already destined for greatness if his birth was an indication. Yet to go with it, at closer inspection the child was the reason for the Necro Terentatek's death. Not to mention the coagulated blood that wasn't the baby's indicated this child was infused with the beast's blood and power. That spoke volumes of the destiny this child had; and it was in his hands. He knew that this was no mere encounter… this was destiny.
To the misfortune of the Emperor's will Daemon held no esteem or respect for an Emperor that hid in the shadows manipulating an Empire into destruction. He also did not respect the fact that whilst challenging your master was promoted, challenging the Emperor is criminal. Sure there was no being yet able to defeat the Emperor but to make it a crime was ridiculous.
He was a Progressive at heart and definitely knew that his destiny didn't lie in being a powerful Overlord but in training one. He was a gifted teacher often teaching his rival apprentices and then killing them for sport. No, he was convinced his destiny had finally begun to unfold and it lies in preserving this Sith Pureblood into maturity.
'Too bad for you Emperor, but the one whom will depose you and reform the Sith is in my hands and I plan on making sure he lives up to his destiny.' Daemon solemnly contemplated. He grabbed the child healing him with the dark side of the Force. Then he held him in one hand while using the Force to haul the carcass of the Necro Terentatek back to HQ.
After a half hour of travel back to his camp he ordered the troops at his disposal to properly preserve the carcass and make it ready for transport. The child was hidden in his cloak and was silent from lacking any more strength to make sound still hungry and desperately needing sustenance. Daemon marched to his master's chambers to inform him of the events that had transpired as well as his mission brief.
"Lord Malebolge permission to enter?" he said respectfully in military discipline.
"Permission granted my apprentice, now if you are here that means you completed your mission and found a legend that not even the Ancients could capture. You are gifted but not that gifted; why are you here?" Lord Malebolge inquired authoritatively.
"My Lord I did find the legendary beast, or rather its carcass..." Daemon began.
"Excellent! That is wonderful news! In what sector? What are the dimensions of the beast? It's a shame its dead but we have to start somewhere maybe if we eat of its bones and flesh we could gain power as well. Or we could experiment to resuscitate it and then drink its blood. We will have to consult the tomes and dusty holocrons to see what they say…" the Sith Lord interrupted with a tangent.
"Master I wasn't finished." Daemon politely finished the tangent with an interruption.
"What? Oh there's more? Then out with it boy you've already earned the title of Sith Lord so this is definitely going to be extra for you." Lord Malebolge excitedly stated.
"The cause of death of the Necro Terentatek was a newborn Sith Pureblood birthed into its respiratory system whilst the beast was making a meal of his mother…" he began again.
"Are you kidding me? What are the odds?" Lord Malebolge chuckled. "It's misfortunate that the baby died but that's life in Korriban. I swear bimbos shouldn't be allowed to enter the Academy if they will not take it seriously. You should sample the child's blood to find the father and to kill the imbecile for not taking ancient tradition serious. Not to mention they broke the law…" he interrupted the brief once more.
"Um… sir the child isn't dead." Daemon informed. There was a silent pause like the calm before the storm.
"Are you insane please explain why you haven't killed that child?! Allowing that infant to live is high treason against the Emperor! If he or the dark council finds out we will be killed!" Lord Malebolge roared at Daemon.
"Master think of the possibilities with this child. He bathed in the blood of the legendary beast, he survived being submerged in its insides, he survived the harshness of the cold desert, and he is still alive even now hours past the norm for infants lacking sustenance. He is the first infant in a thousand years to be born on Korriban with the full potency of a True Sith Pureblood. There is a great destiny unfolding here and the dark sided clearly aids him; we must assist in whatever way we can." Daemon insisted to his master.
"Absolutely not! You will kill that child, document it and report the imbecile of a father to the proper authorities to have him dismembered and maimed in the Hall of Execution." Lord Malebolge commanded.
"I can't believe you Master. The greatest opportunity to raise and train a mighty warrior capable of toppling the obscure and waning Emperor and you toss it aside out of fear!" he reproached his master.
"I do not do this out of fear; you have always known I am one of the greatest supporters of the Emperor and 'his' empire. Did I teach you nothing? Only he, since the times of the great King Adas, has managed to unite the Sith and you would have me raise a child that with little to no chance in oblivion might one day face him in combat?!" he asked enraged at the preposterous notion.
"It's always the same with you, don't you understand Master? The Emperor is a fraud, all government theory, Sith history and doctrine point to the responsibility of the Emperor to the empire! King Adas sacrificed his life for victory! That was a Sith whom knew what leadership truly was. But the Emperor has no knowledge of leadership. He only knows how to manipulate and that has gotten us nowhere but to a half-baked result of a war we should have won. It only promotes self-destructive xenophobia and internal strife. Face it we owe it to the Empire to raise this child," Daemon retorted to the patriotism of his master.
"The answer is not negotiable you incompetent! You had the title of Sith Lord in your grasp but I see now that I was blind to your treasonous beliefs. Now, kill that child or you both will die…" Lord Malebolge began to gurgle and choke as Daemon, using one of his iaido movements that he had created, stabbed his lightsaber through the base of Lord Malebolge's throat.
"You fool don't you understand that time has already shifted against the Emperor? The existence of this child is the proof that the Entity has rejected the Emperor and she shelters this child. If you can't understand that then you will die like trash. Heh… the student defeats the master I guess I will gain my title as well as yours." Daemon scoffed utterly disgusted at the slumping form of his previous master.
Immediately he ran to his transport and assigned his personalized and recreated Krath War Droid to guard the infant and to allow no one else on board. Meanwhile he headed to the council chambers and spoke to the Dark council briefing them on the sudden unexpected death of his master.
"Well it is definitely unfortunate your master had an 'accident' with his own lightsaber. It must have been his age," Darth Ravage sarcastically began after Daemon's summary of the events.
"Since there is no proof otherwise am I free to go?" asked an anxious Daemon.
"Not quite yet," said Darth Marr, "We cannot allow the estate of a prestigious Sith Lord like Lord Malebolge to be torn up by the governmental stipulations. He had a vast library organized to near perfection. The governing workers and Sith Inquisitors would only destroy it trying to gain control of it. Of all his apprentices you are certainly the strongest and most experienced. You even have badges of honor from the war not even your master attained. We confer to you the title of Darth Maleficent and charge you the estate and network of Lord Malebolge."
"My Lords you will not regret this honor you've bestowed to me!" he exclaimed excitedly. On the inside he contemplated the vast new resources he had at his disposal and above all he could definitely protect and train the Sith child on Dromund Kaas where his master's estate was.
All he had to do was register the child was born on Dromund Kaas and name himself the father so that the child could truly train in freedom with no restrictions. But first things first the biological father had to be eliminated. His sudden appearance could lay waste to the plans he had for the child.
Immediately returning to his transport Daemon climbed onto the deck and ordered his personal War Droid to load the dead carcass for analysis and to find and kill a couple Tuk'ata females. Hopefully he could use its breast milk and maintain the child until he found a more viable solution. If not since the child had drank and survived off blood alone that was definitely another viable option until reaching Dromund Kaas.
He grabbed the child and placed it onto the medical table. While he didn't have resources for an infant the medical droid was more than sufficient to sustain the infant for the few days before he would reach Dromund Kaas. He took a sample of the infant's DNA and ran it in the Academy database anonymously for a paternity match. Looking for the mother was pointless since he knew where she was and could easily find out whom, not that he cared. He liked his loose ends dead anyways.
He found the match and found the father to be of noble blood. 'Great this is just magnificent! Where in blazes do Sith nobles get the idea to procreate illegally on this planet of all planets?!' thought the enraged Darth. 'Killing him is not going to be easy but if I play my cards right I won't have to do it.'
The morning was upon the sleepless Darth Maleficent and he trekked to the Academy immediately. He soon found his prey and observed him. 'Normally I just brazenly kill what is in my way but if I kill him his whole clan will never let me be. I wonder can I get his enemies to kill him'. At closer inspection he saw the noble waning in his practice from clear overnight exhaustion. 'Either he has been practicing all night or the flings are that tiring'. Then he saw the answer to his pondering in the form of former slaves.
A very new practice, by the Empire, of allowing slaves the right to become Sith because of their Force-sensitivity and the demand for Force-users in military endeavors was nowadays very common. These acolytes definitely had the stereotypical hatred forced onto them by their Sith Overlords, plus lots of resentment to add fuel to the fire. So he approached them cautious but confidently with a smug look on his face.
"Good morning acolytes how would you lot like a recommendation from a Darth to your Overseers?" he baited them.
"Well, that sounds too good to be true what do we have to do for it?" the first of the group of three asks.
"I'm glad you asked. Do you see that Sith noble practicing, past his exhaustion point, by himself?" he asked the group.
"Yeah we see him. Why?" they curiously queried.
"Off with his head. Right here and right now. The mere presence of that bilge rat offends me." He said sardonically.
"With pleasure," the leader of the group responded and the other two followed.
The group slowly stalked over to their prey splitting off in different directions. The leader engaged the target by challenging him to a duel whilst the other two waited expectantly for the right moment to decapitate him. The leader of the former slaves slashed at the noble slowly raising the tempo of his attack patterns and backing him towards an ambush. The noble too tired from the training was unable to retaliate or gain ground merely defended from each attack.
The purposely initiated stalemate of the blades was the signal for his allies to assassinate the noble. The left crony was the first to attack the flank of the noble to misdirect his attention from the second crony. The second crony came in from the rear and decapitated the noble in one swift motion. They rushed back immediately to Darth Maleficent whom was watching from the distance.
"We did our part now you give us that recommendation." They former slaves demanded anxiously.
"Relax I am a Sith of my word," The Dark Lord said nonchalantly. "Here all three of you take me to your Overseer. Rather than giving you a recommendation I am going to take all three of you as my apprentices."
"Really? Alright so then are we officially Sith?" they asked excitedly.
"Not until the Overseer files it and you do your first assignment for me." He responded to their excitement with a cynical smile.
"Alright! And that stupid Overseer said no one would take us. Ha! Let's see him eat those words now! I can't wait to see the look on his face," the group cheered ecstatically. They gathered at the office of Overseer Blarg an old but experienced Overseer.
"Good morrow Overseer Blarg I am here to present to you the murderers of the Sith noble a few meters away from the Academy training ground. As you know that is illegal and these three have willingly earned the death penalty." He lied cynically.
"What! You liar I knew I shouldn't have trusted a Sith! I'll kill you!" the leader of the group screamed and lunged at the Dark Lord. Darth Maleficent side-stepped and using the Force called his lightsaber to his hand and decapitated the leader of the group. He then stabbed the first crony to his left directly through his heart and again decapitated the remainder. He proceeded to slice off the head of the only crony that still had a head on his shoulders.
"Now then Overseer if you don't mind I would like for you to quietly bow your head for my lightsaber. I absolutely dread loose ends and I already have a nice story where they attacked you after I gave you their custody and I was too late in stopping them from killing you." Darth Maleficent cynically smiled at his handiwork as the veteran Overseer looked in horror at the madman before him.
"There is no scenario where you come out of this alive old man so let's keep the ball rolling while I am still young. I have a schedule to keep." He implied his euthanasic command.
"Nev-…," the Overseer didn't even get to finish his defiant statement before his head rolled right next to the others. "I absolutely hate it when 'self-preservation' gets in my way."
Darth Maleficent left the Academy after corroborating that his story became the facts of the case. With all loose ends dealt with and no one else remotely close to the child alive to his knowledge he headed to his freighter and headed over to its medical facility to visit his new charge. He smiled victorious to the child. The infant had taken to drinking the breast milk and blood of the Tuk'ata. This would definitely sustain him until he had properly registered him on Dromund Kaas.
"You know this entire time I still haven't named you properly. Considering you are the worst nightmare of a power-hungry and paranoid Emperor I think that I will call you just that. Nyeklas the word for nightmare in the ancient Sith tongue." He smiled and stared at the sleeping form of what would be the true Sith'ari and the reincarnation King Adas himself.
