Post by Aaron68 on Apr 23, 2006 0:39:21 GMT -5
He walked closer and closer. All emotions drained and lost. His brown robe flapped in the wind. diret swept and slapped him in the face. His masters saber in his hand. Only one though was running through his mind...REVENGE.
He leaped off of the sky rouching cliffs and hit the ground without making a sound. A man was digging in a small pit. Greha Wind walked up to him. The man saw his shadow and turned around. Greha listed his hand and began to force choke him. The digger was liftedf into the air, choking trying to make noise for others to hear. Greha clinched his fist and the digger died.
A saber turned on behind him, Greha listed his head as he heard foot steps rushing behind him. Greha force leaped into the air and turned on both of his sabers. One was blue and the other yellow and stabbed the sith in both his shoulders. The sith fell to the ground dead.
Greha looked around and knew where he was. On the planet Korriban he was where the tombs were of the great sith. Where the siths souls walked through roamed through their tombs. Soon a new sith will be dead...Aramil Quinn.
Greha continued forward force throwing his saber at diggers without a pause in his steps. He approached the newly built sith academy. Black marble walls with a door that even a rancor could fit through.
Inside of the room sith were training when two sabers shot through the door, many ran in panic but were met by the sabers. The sabers cut through chests, and cut off heads. The sabers returned through the holes of the door. A dozen sith ran through doorway and looked to see twenty dead sith lying on the ground. The giant doors opened. All of the sith turned on their sabers. Greha stood with his hood over his head, he looked up to see the dozen sith standing there looking at him in fear. Greha took out his sabers and turned them on. He force ran through the middle of them. He turned around. And slowly they all fell cut him half. He turned back around and walked through the middle chamber of the academy.
Ten ran through the halls and surrounded him. They lifted their rifles and fired at Greha. Greha dropped to his knees and through his sabers in the air. They spun creating a sort of shield around him, deflecting the lasers back at them. Quickly all were dead except one. Greha caught his spinning sabers, and threw one into the head of the guard. He force pulled it back into his hand, and the body fell to the ground draining blood streamed from everyone.
There weren't many in the building as Greha walked through it, possibly because it was recently restored. He approached the Lords chamber, with doors the same size as the ones he entered. He force pushed the doors open...and entered.
The room was poorly lit and had a black marble throne that could reach the ceiling. Greha pulled out both of his sabers and turned them on.
Aramil sat at on the throne. He wore his hood over his face and sat in a fashion that struck a type of fear into Greha. Slowly he lifted his head. Heavily scared and eyes that could be seen in the dark, Greha had no doubt that he was the one who killed his master.
"Greha Wind...long have I been waiting for you," Aramil said with a deep and scratched voice. "long have I been waiting to kill you. As I killed Dalona." Aramil smirked.
"How dare you speak of my master that way. You speak in words that are only wasting your breath, and words that mean nothing to me!" Greha yelled.
Greha felt his body tighten, and weak. As though an invisable grip had taken hold of his body. Slowly he was lifted and pulled toward Aramil. Flashes of Dalona's body falling to bottom of the water fall begin to fill his mind. Aramil sat in his throne with a smile that could strike fear in any.
"Your master was a brave women to face me. She will forever be in my memory. For if it was not for her, I would not be who I am now," Aramil said as Greha was set on the ground. "Why fight me Greha? Why not come and be my apprentice. With me you can bring Dalona." Greha's eye's grew wide, and in the look of agreement......
He leaped off of the sky rouching cliffs and hit the ground without making a sound. A man was digging in a small pit. Greha Wind walked up to him. The man saw his shadow and turned around. Greha listed his hand and began to force choke him. The digger was liftedf into the air, choking trying to make noise for others to hear. Greha clinched his fist and the digger died.
A saber turned on behind him, Greha listed his head as he heard foot steps rushing behind him. Greha force leaped into the air and turned on both of his sabers. One was blue and the other yellow and stabbed the sith in both his shoulders. The sith fell to the ground dead.
Greha looked around and knew where he was. On the planet Korriban he was where the tombs were of the great sith. Where the siths souls walked through roamed through their tombs. Soon a new sith will be dead...Aramil Quinn.
Greha continued forward force throwing his saber at diggers without a pause in his steps. He approached the newly built sith academy. Black marble walls with a door that even a rancor could fit through.
Inside of the room sith were training when two sabers shot through the door, many ran in panic but were met by the sabers. The sabers cut through chests, and cut off heads. The sabers returned through the holes of the door. A dozen sith ran through doorway and looked to see twenty dead sith lying on the ground. The giant doors opened. All of the sith turned on their sabers. Greha stood with his hood over his head, he looked up to see the dozen sith standing there looking at him in fear. Greha took out his sabers and turned them on. He force ran through the middle of them. He turned around. And slowly they all fell cut him half. He turned back around and walked through the middle chamber of the academy.
Ten ran through the halls and surrounded him. They lifted their rifles and fired at Greha. Greha dropped to his knees and through his sabers in the air. They spun creating a sort of shield around him, deflecting the lasers back at them. Quickly all were dead except one. Greha caught his spinning sabers, and threw one into the head of the guard. He force pulled it back into his hand, and the body fell to the ground draining blood streamed from everyone.
There weren't many in the building as Greha walked through it, possibly because it was recently restored. He approached the Lords chamber, with doors the same size as the ones he entered. He force pushed the doors open...and entered.
The room was poorly lit and had a black marble throne that could reach the ceiling. Greha pulled out both of his sabers and turned them on.
Aramil sat at on the throne. He wore his hood over his face and sat in a fashion that struck a type of fear into Greha. Slowly he lifted his head. Heavily scared and eyes that could be seen in the dark, Greha had no doubt that he was the one who killed his master.
"Greha Wind...long have I been waiting for you," Aramil said with a deep and scratched voice. "long have I been waiting to kill you. As I killed Dalona." Aramil smirked.
"How dare you speak of my master that way. You speak in words that are only wasting your breath, and words that mean nothing to me!" Greha yelled.
Greha felt his body tighten, and weak. As though an invisable grip had taken hold of his body. Slowly he was lifted and pulled toward Aramil. Flashes of Dalona's body falling to bottom of the water fall begin to fill his mind. Aramil sat in his throne with a smile that could strike fear in any.
"Your master was a brave women to face me. She will forever be in my memory. For if it was not for her, I would not be who I am now," Aramil said as Greha was set on the ground. "Why fight me Greha? Why not come and be my apprentice. With me you can bring Dalona." Greha's eye's grew wide, and in the look of agreement......