Varien nodded his head quickly and I followed in suit as I did not want to seem like I was the odd one out. My palms felt sweaty as I waited for the Sith hologram to speak again, it wasn't a long wait. "Varien, you appear to have many years of combat under your belt, a strong Sith Assassin you would make. Janet, from what I have gleaned you are fairly adapt with the chemicals upon this planet I will train you to be a Sith Sorceress." Varien grinned a small grin beneath his beard as he watched our mentor with his changed eyes. I decided I would take a risk and speak to the hologram, "Might I ask your name?" I said feeling like the air had been knocked out of my lungs as he turned his black eye'd gaze upon me. We all stood in silence for what seemed like eternity, a single drop of sweat dripped down from my temple and down my jawline but I ignored it. "You may call me Lord Wrath, or Master in our training sessions. Once I deem you proper apprentices you will both receive new names to mark your acceptance into the Sith order. Now, both of you cross your legs and sit before me so that we may begin our training."
I let out a sigh of relief as I sank down to the ground taking a moment to wipe the sweat from my jawline. Although just a projection, Lord Wrath seemed to have a sense of power around him and I didn't doubt that he could do something to us if he wished. Varien seemed unmoved throughout all of this as he merely sat down as he had been asked, his face as blank as always. Truthfully I wished for him to show more emotion, he had always been the quiet one but I guess I had hoped that things would change with the addition of these powers.
Wrath's stern voice brought me out of my sea of thoughts with a start. "First step is to hold out your lightsaber in front of you and concentrate very hard on the inner workings." As he spoke he raised his hands out from behind his back, in each hand he bore a cylinder with a slight curve at the bottom of each. I nodded quickly before brushing my auburn hair back behind my shoulders and holding out the cylinder horizontally in front of me, my forehead wrinkled in thought and my once purely blue eyes narrowed as I brought up the power that I now bore. With a snap and a pop my silver cylinder sprouted a blade of gleaming orange light that lay nearly 4 feet long, it thrummed in the forest the sound echoing off of the trees and logs. I gasped in surprise nearly dropping it but managing to grab it in the air using reflexes I didn't know I had, the tip of the blade had touched the limb of a tree and sliced through it like it was butter leaving a trail of crackling charred wood. I looked over at Varien hoping that he could help me figure out what to do as Wrath merely stood and watched. My brother held his cylinder out in front of himself careful to keep both ends away from his body as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths through his nose which lay upon his weathered face. With a snap and pop identical to mine his blade flashed into existence, it was thinner than mine and instead of being orange it was a deep crimson similar to the holocron we had discovered. Unlike me he didn't let go of the weapon, he merely stared at it for a few seconds before leaping to his feet and slashing at something under a nearby bush.
The smell of singed flesh hit my nose and as I wrinkled my nose I lost my mental hold on the blade of light and it flickered out. "Varien! What did you do?" I hissed as I shot a look at our master, hologram that he was I didn't want to get on his bad side. Varien raised an eyebrow at me as he pulled the two halves of a squirrel out from under the bush and flinging it in my direction. The two halves dropped in front of me and despite how I would usually act I felt nothing but contempt that the animal had allowed itself to fall prey to my brother. I snorted in disgust outwardly while still reeling from how I was acting, "How hard is it to heal from a wound from this weapon?" I said as I rose to my feet, cylinder firmly gripped in my hand as if the blade would sprout at any moment and slice into my leg or arm. Wrath turned his black eye'd gaze on me before answering, "The weapon that you hold is a 'lightsaber' and it is the pinnacle of personal weaponry. The colour of your blade is determined by the personality of the user, at least these are. You humans are distinctly lucky to have found those two sabers. Each has a Terrahedronic Crystal which adapts to the user's potential when it is infused with the user's blood. To heal from a lightsaber wound takes more advanced than that which your planet possesses, perhaps one adept at force healing could help you but other than that there is nothing. Both of you are destined to become rulers of this planet long enough that we can find a way to land here with our warships. It is paramount that you learn how to strike fear into the hearts of the existing government and it's people until you can infuse others of your midichlorian lacking race with your blood thereby giving them lesser powers than your own. You will begin with the United States, kill the president and the government will begin to crumble. Step in using Gannif Enterprises to provide solace for the VP and his entourage. Keep them safe and gain their trust, work your way into their security and therefor you will have a foothold from which to spring from later when the time is right. Whatever you do you must take control of GE away from your lesser siblings, once that is done you can begin assimilating people into the Dark Side. Start with your personally trained soldiers and only keep those who's DNA attaches to that of the midichlorians. Do you two understand?"
Varien nodded quickly before deactivating his lightsaber and clipping it to his hip with a flourish. I was slightly less trusting, "You want us to kill the president of the United States?" I said with a slight crack in my voice as I eyed the deactivated saber in my hand yet again. Lord Wrath looked down his nose at me, his own lightsabers clipped to a belt that ran across his chest. "Until you prove yourself to me I will not even consider you to be my apprentice. Once you have completed this task summon me again, until then you are to keep this holocron somewhere hidden from prying eyes." As he finished his orders Lord Wrath flickered out into nothingness. I looked over at Varien with wide eyes, "Kill the president?" I said in disbelief.
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Lord Cobalt, July 3rd 2030 AD Journal Entry 1,401
Many times I remember back to before I was an apprentice and how utterly ordinary my life was, thank the Force that we discovered that meteorite those many years ago and with it Lord Wrath. Now and then I forget my old name Varien Gannif, it seems like a lifetime ago that I thought of myself as that lowly life form devoid of the Force. Yet I must still masquerade myself as Varien in my day to day activities and only in my weekly meditations with Lord Wrath and my twin sister can I be myself. Taking GE over from Kane and Valerie was easier than expected, both of them moved to Northern Russia while me and Lady Zephyr moved ourselves to the East Coast of Canada taking the companies HQ with us. Now I am a Sith Lord and with that title I have power to crumble nations should I choose. Wrath has recommended that we forestall the takeover of Earth until more purebloods are found for the Dark Side, I doubt that we could find any use for more of our caliber except to train future rivals. But my faith in my master holds true, I have dispatched two of my most trusted soldiers to what the force tells me is a crash site of a meteor fragment. Until they return with news of their new powers I will be unable to rest peacefully, if they happen to be turned to the light side by Master Illiath then it would make my life most difficult indeed. Hopefully they would follow my instructions and seek their passions. -[End of Journal Entry]-
I sat back from my bulletproof laptop that had been designed to resist virtually anything and took a long look around my mahogany laced office. Behind me there was a spectacular view of Niagra Falls and in front of me there lay a pair of walls covered in aged books as well as 6 TVs that played various news stations from Russia always recording anything that had to do with my siblings. I had shaved my beard down from its usual shaggy length to a much more formal format. My hair had been cropped short yet I still longed to buzz it down like it had been when I had worked hand in hand with the military. My style of clothing had consisted of black suits usually decorated with a red tie, my lightsaber sat nestled in a holster under my left arm and to this point no one had ever discovered it. No longer was Kane the face of Gannif Enterprises, now it was I who sat at the head of meetings Janet always at my right hand side. Of the two of us I was clearly the leader, her input was always welcome but in the end I made the decisions. The bunker that lay under the constant stream of water provided us with a safe haven from which we could conduct our Sith duties, I loved it there.
"Karen," I said into the intercom system "Please inform all staff that they may take the day off. The security team may also vacate the premises with a weeks pay if they leave the back gate unlocked." A slow smile slipped across my face as I imagined her surprise at my order, I waited but a minute before pressing the button to speak again. "Karen?" I said, my voice becoming a purr as I held back my excitement. The twins would be encountering the meteorite at any moment, and in another few hours they would be back with valuable information from Lord Wrath. "As you wish sir." Came the mouselike voice from the opposite end of the intercom. "Thank you Karen, buy yourself something nice." I said as I rose from my chair quickly moving to the tv's and turning them to a different channel, this one came straight from half a dozen UAVs that we're flying above the twins watching their every move. "Excellent, they are almost there." I murmured to myself as I watched the screens expectantly, my mind had focused on one thought. "May they stay away from Illiath's trap."
