Post by Swil Kit Fisto on Feb 6, 2008 1:34:37 GMT -4
While at his hermit hut on Hoth, Swil foresaw the destruction of the Republic. Thousands of men without faces stormed through the Galactic Senate of Coruscant. Senators fell to the hands of the unmerciful, some had their heads bashed against the walls until their brains came out and their faces so disfigured that no one could even tell what race they were. Others had their throats slit, some were thrown from the top to the bowels of the Senate.
The leader of this group took the Supreme Chancellor, and he too was far from merciful. Using the force he picked him up and threw him against the wall and took five vibroblades and thrusted them into arms and legs and one in his stomach, pinning him to the wall. The chancellor coughed up blood and would surely die, but the unknown man would not let him pass so easily. Before he would die that masked man used the force to preserve his life and make him live longer as to feel more pain for his own sick and twisted pleasure. Blood was overflowing from his mouth so much that he could hardly breathe. The Sith leader also used force lightning so much that the Chancellor’s flesh was turning black, his screams were nothing but gargling noises thanks to amount of blood he was coughing up. Finally the evil Sith put the Chancellor out of his misery. He took his lightsaber, not drawn yet placed it on the Chancellor’s left temple, and then pushed the button making the saber’s beam rip right through his brain, closed it and walked away to having made a new great empire since that of Darth Sideous’ reign.
He could feel the Sith Empire giving birth once again. Even though Swil had little love for the Republic, he absolutely hated the cowardice of the Sith and the atrocities that they commit in the name of power. He hated their view that even the slightest bit of good will is evidence that, that person must be taken out.
He knew two things: one, that he could stop this vision from happening, and two that he needed allies and training.
The only problem was that the list of Jedi was a short one, and he would actually have to work with an inferior code of ethics. Not knowing where his destiny would lead, he set out for the abandoned Rebel base from the Galactic Civil War, to retrieve his sorry excuse for a spaceship, which he called ‘The Paralyzed Rancor’.
He inserted his power cells into his ship, ran a systems check, and then left to stop the evil that was beginning to show its face.
The leader of this group took the Supreme Chancellor, and he too was far from merciful. Using the force he picked him up and threw him against the wall and took five vibroblades and thrusted them into arms and legs and one in his stomach, pinning him to the wall. The chancellor coughed up blood and would surely die, but the unknown man would not let him pass so easily. Before he would die that masked man used the force to preserve his life and make him live longer as to feel more pain for his own sick and twisted pleasure. Blood was overflowing from his mouth so much that he could hardly breathe. The Sith leader also used force lightning so much that the Chancellor’s flesh was turning black, his screams were nothing but gargling noises thanks to amount of blood he was coughing up. Finally the evil Sith put the Chancellor out of his misery. He took his lightsaber, not drawn yet placed it on the Chancellor’s left temple, and then pushed the button making the saber’s beam rip right through his brain, closed it and walked away to having made a new great empire since that of Darth Sideous’ reign.
He could feel the Sith Empire giving birth once again. Even though Swil had little love for the Republic, he absolutely hated the cowardice of the Sith and the atrocities that they commit in the name of power. He hated their view that even the slightest bit of good will is evidence that, that person must be taken out.
He knew two things: one, that he could stop this vision from happening, and two that he needed allies and training.
The only problem was that the list of Jedi was a short one, and he would actually have to work with an inferior code of ethics. Not knowing where his destiny would lead, he set out for the abandoned Rebel base from the Galactic Civil War, to retrieve his sorry excuse for a spaceship, which he called ‘The Paralyzed Rancor’.
He inserted his power cells into his ship, ran a systems check, and then left to stop the evil that was beginning to show its face.
