Names... names are important, they have power. A kind of power no one can take from you, so long as you remember it. The power to instill fear & awe in all of existence.

At least that's my master told me once upon a time. They mark you in the universe, help to distinguish you from all the rest of the useless prattling cattle in the galaxy Devote everything to your name, and stand firm by it, make it a name to be reckoned with. A good name will keep you in people's minds for eternity.

She told me that when I was just 6 years old, and scrubbing her toilet to where it the point where it could sparkle.

In retrospect I think she confused names with... identity, or at least forget that half of the equation. But no matter, I got the gist of what she was saying even back then.

My name is Semyahza, and I am a slave. They tell me I'll be flying to my death. My fellow pureblood in the robes is particularly fond of detailing it and the ways of how he'll make me in particular suffer, as an example to all Purebloods who don't shape up.

I'm particularly looking forward to killing him.

I was fairly certain I could do it too. My master... former master had seen something in me, something which drove her to training me for a time, alongside a human who she claimed would be the assassin of the gods themselves and who would bring the sith down once and for all (strange sentiment given how she was a Sith herself. But I digress)

I had been trained in the ways of the saber, and more than a little in that of the force. Plus my master had given me a gift... a formidable gift what I was certain would see me through these trials.

I stared down at my hands. Red, slightly scaly in some areas... and quite still despite the danger of the voyage. At any moment we could be shot down from the sky, on the whims of an insane or Rogue sith, or by fearful agents of the republic.

A monstrosity of the darkside could fly by and take our transport down... and even once we were groundside, there were the trials to undergo which would ensure that most of us probably died in agony.

All the other acolytes were trembling in their boots, full of fearful jitters. Even the other pureblood was quivering slightly, though it was nearly impossible to tell it was so faint.

I alone was calm, I alone was at relative peace.

That wasn't to say that I was emotionless. Oh, I was full of emotion. But long years as a slave had taught me how to suppress those emotions to the point where I probably could pass as a Jedi if I tried.

Not that I'd ever want to of course... no I wasted away long enough, trying to keep my head down so that my masters wouldn't see the hatred and disdain I held for them... the killing intent.

I was going to be Sith. No more than that, I would be be a Lord among lords, a Sith to strike fear into the heart of the Force itself. I would make the Empire my own. It was my destiny, I had seen it... and no one was going to take it away from me.

Hellos all.

The Grinning Psychopath is back... for a brief bit anyhow.

not positive what i'm gonna do here just yet, other than chronicle my Sith Inquisitor's road to freedom and victory. I do have some ideas, though most just involving his powers, and all.

might be fun, and i need to write something, eh i just gotta.

if anyone's interested in helping out as a co-writer or anything of the sort my doors are always open.

Anyhow do be sure to leave a review with your thoughts. I always want to hear the thoughts of those who read my works. about my characterization, how i have events unfold, eh things of that sort.

thanks for reading, and please do have a safe and pleasant day.