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  1. How To Deal With Fleas

    Corvus had picked up his data-pad and began shuffling through it's contents as two people had made themselves comfortable- or rather, present at the very least. He patiently took off his beskar helmet as they had, setting it down on the floor next to his chair quietly enough. A head of white, disheveled hair hung about a dreary looking face. Pale, with sunken eyes that made it look like the poor young man had missed a month of sleep: The corruption, while not terribly advanced, had considerably grown since the infusion he'd received from 'him'. There were two easily recognizable people; one for the feats he'd accomplished and the other for the attention he'd drawn in the pits. Bloodshot red eyes shifted to acknowledge both of their presences, though he didn't make nearly enough effort to stand up from his seated position to return the bow Ren had given him. The Zabrak had drew a bit too close for comfort, but it wasn't surprising by any means to the Echani. It was his domain; after all, Corvus was little more than a visitor. It might've been strange for someone to host a sudden forum within it's halls- no, it was rare. Even after being out of commission for as long as he had been, some things never changed. His eyebrows had raised when Verrin raised the question of what had happened to him, and it was all too clear that he'd mistaken Corvus for someone else. A close call, he mused; dropping the data-pad gently onto the table respectfully. (For the curious, perceptive sort; this is displayed on the data-pad for all to see) Item Identification Number of Items to Ship Next Action Adegan Crystal 4 Deliver Items Durasteel Casing(s) 3 Send Invoice Leatheris Hide(s) 3 Send Invoice Equipment Schematic 2 Ship Total 12 "I think you're mistaken, Lord Verrin." He let one hand fall into the gauntlet of the other, cradling it carefully as he thought about how best to approach the subject of 'who he was'. Whether or not the Darth had been mistaken, the fact he he such a troublesome, motivated and somewhat unpredictable person prying into it so early was.. troublesome, actually. Though he aired no sense of hostility and simply remained impassive, stoic as the moment either of them had entered the room. Just as he looked at the data-pad he looked at Verrin, but he smiled every so faintly to lessen the tension that would no doubt consume them all. The last thing he wanted was for his identity to be discovered less than a week after returning- not that it mattered in the least; it would just make things that much harder to control. "I do know you though, my lord. Few don't," Corvus raised his hands and rested his chin on them, one hand disconnecting from the cradle to gesture towards the seat closest, adjacent to him. He then gave Ren a glance as if to say 'I haven't forgotten you're here', but his attention smoothly transitioned back to the Zabrak as if it had just been a passing survey of the room. No one else had come, but then again he hadn't expected the likes of the Sith he'd seen up until that point jumping into a debate that threatened to question the morality, state and objectivity that the Sith had held until now. Some considered questioning such things treason, or disrespectful- Corvus simply wanted to get a grasp on how they thought. How much had changed since he left; how much had remained the same, and what would he need to do as a result. "I do hope you don't mind this little forum; I took the liberty upon myself." The faint smile split into a wide one for a moment, but Corvus caught his composure and tempered himself before it crossed any lines. He reminded himself that no matter how he felt or how indifferent he was towards their ritualistic way of beating around the bush, he was still a master while Verrin was a Darth. It was an honest gesture though, he hadn't meant any harm in setting all of it up. Not that it would've been difficult to go through the proper routes - simply a manner of saving time, he'd concluded. Corvus clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth as things seemed to have settled down with no one else showing up; he supposed any that arrived late would simply have to catch up or be left behind. "Not quite the amount I'd been hoping for, but certainly a diverse spectrum. I appreciate both of you showing up," Whether or not Verrin had come for the subject at hand was irrelevant to Corvus; he had his attention for the time being, so he'd abuse it all he could for the sake of gaining information. An Apprentice and a Darth, he suppressed the urge to grin as he contemplated the vast distance between the two. The Echani entertained the idea that he could be considered the 'half-way' mark between the two, and he impatiently wanted to see the difference in opinions; or more importantly, what they shared in common. Would Ren lose the ability to speak simply in the presence of Verrin? A hundred questions, never enough time to ask all of them. ".. But I won't waste any time here; I apologize if it feels like I'm dismissing you. However; how do both of you feel about the current state of affairs concerning the Sith, the Sith in power; the natives and our current residence here on Dathomir?" A sharp stare would be traded with both participants as Corvus neatly folded both hands back beneath his chin. It was a rather loaded question; and he ended up giving Ren perhaps a much more lengthy, threatening glare than he could have ever possibly given to Verrin. It translated very simply for the perceptive folk: Talk.
  2. How To Deal With Fleas

    7th Melona , 3630 BBY Dathomir- Force only knew why they'd chosen such a planet for their new base of operations, but Corvus wasn't in any position to complain. While he was asleep the galaxy had continued to move, and the gears of war continued to turn; what was once Jedi now being replaced with an insufferable infestation of local wildlife. Well, if it were simple animals it would've been an easy enough problem to deal with; eventually they'd learn to stay far away from their domain for their own sake; but, some people believed it best to make deals with the Natives. To try and understand them, to.. negotiate with them, if that were even possible. An optimistic outlook, though most likely not the eventual outcome. There were very few able bodied individuals remaining who'd be able to carry out such a feat to the T; it would most likely end as all deals he'd seen with them did. Bloodshed. Corvus sat at the head of a table, a simple one that could seat a considerable amount of people lengthwise. His hands rested on the tabletop folded over one another, and he seemed to aimlessly look around the library as he waited for things and people to settle down and in. While he hadn't made it an announcement of any sort, he felt a need to bring together like minded individuals to discuss the current state of events concerning Dathomir's 'wildlife' and what they'd planned to do about it, if they planned anything at all and what their thoughts and opinions on the matter were. All bonuses in reality, as the Echani had a much more important intention in mind: Teaching them. The Sith who believed in power over all else would see the folly in their arrogance, while the peaceful and loving of the bunch might turn to face reality. It was truth that there could be war with the Natives. Pitiful, laughable truth; but that didn't make it any less of a truth. Their influence and power had waned considerably since he was last awake, and it tore at him to see the Sith fractured, fighting and screaming at one another rather than unifying to face a common goal. If things continued, if all of them wanted to torture one another and push each other to the brink of death 'just because'.. Dathomir would be their grave. The legacy would come to an end for them, and they'd be renowned for being a kingdom that ultimately fell to savages. So a notice was placed in the training pits, of all places, that a debate would be taking place in a public part of the Sith Library. It stated that age, rank and origin did not mattered; and that you were only asked to come with your thoughts and opinions on the current state of affairs concerning Dathomir and what was happening between the Overseers, acolytes, apprentices and even Darths. It was a ballsy proposition, but not one the likes of being labeled heresy; for the one who held the small conference of people was none other than what some would no doubt consider a loyal pawn to their King. Corvus picked up a tablet off the table and became immersed with it as he waited, prompting anyone that may approach to sit at any of the available chairs if they so willed it until things settled down. Each person would notice several distinct objects laid out on the surface of the table; holopads that looked exactly like the one Corvus read, each containing a series of entries on things ranging from Stratagem to Maneuvering, though none of it would have any context for a person inquisitive enough to take a look through it in advance. All would be clear in time though- as soon as the small gathering began.
  3. There's Nothing You Can Do

    It must be a joke - it had to be a joke. Corvus had watched the entire thing unfold from a distance; he didn't have much choice in the matter when the training pits themselves slowed to a grinding halt when a certain someone started yelling with some sense of authority. About a droid, about failing; and most.. importantly, about being designated as a.. towel boy? The Echani stared at the wall in front of him in search of answers, but mostly just so he didn't have to look at the shit show that was unfolding by the second. He deactivated his saber, set it on his belt and sighed heavily as he took to a bench and began retying the laces on his boots. Now then- who was involved, he mused. A no name redheaded Acolyte or Apprentice, a Darth that Corvus knew as one 'Verrin'; and another bystander who curiously enough was masking their presence in all but the force. Be it habit, intuition or simply paranoia - Force Sight was still something he found himself using more often than not. Even after regaining the 'ability to see', it was trivial to someone who could use the force to achieve unparalleled vision. It's the reason he took note, and looked directly in the direction of the third party that was present. They didn't make a move to help Silas though, so Corvus took that into account. Probability was that they were on their own side in the first place; second only to the people they help loyalty to. In this situation, no one held loyalty to someone of the victims level, if only for fear of their own safety. The most interesting element was the one of a Darth himself taking the time out of his day to scold him. Was it a personal grudge that caused the outburst, or simply the force-awful weather of Dathomir pushing him to the edge? It was far be it for someone as Corvus to step in before blood was shed, let alone his station to tell a Darth what to do. While he certainly had made it up the rungs in his own way past the rank of apprentice, he hadn't earned the recognition or infamy that would let him pull on such strings as of yet. Something to lament about on his own time, he concluded. He finished retying his boots and leaned back against a wall, the whole conversation between them seemed more or less like a grudge after all. Was the boy of higher station in reality, was he someone who oversaw the maintenance of their droids? The fact he spent his time getting man handled in the pits spoke testament to the fact that he wasn't such an important person, and his hands didn't look much in the way of a man who did a lot of manual labor with tools or small wires. If anything, the boy looked the part of a scribe or scholar, maybe even royalty of some sort. Explained this and the previous situation quite well, actually. A scholar would've been rather useless in tracking down some malfunctioning droid in the wild, and he couldn't help but smirk to himself in his own little corner of the pits as he wondered why, exactly; such a thing had grown so far out of hand. Clad in his own set of tattered, black robes - Corvus wore only the gauntlet of his actual armor ensemble; a Beskar gauntlet and arm guard that would hide the entirety of his arm while providing adequate protection beneath the cloak that hid all of his features from the neck down. Stealth wasn't his prerogative by any means; he'd only come to use the training pits himself for his own type of 'rehabilitation', but since that had derailed rather quickly he remained on the bench and quietly minded himself; while also minding the group across the Training Pits. If things were to get out of hand, or Force-forbid it someone die; it would've been rather awkward to not have a first hand account of such things for the people that would then have to deal with it. An Overseer approached him quietly, but Corvus simply waved the question away before it ever crept out from the nervous mans throat; "Yes, tell him; see if he cares." He sounded impassive, as if it were such a trivial thing to even waste breath on at that point in time; but he knew that if the Sith were going to start ripping each other a part in the halls, a certain someone would care enough to be told. Whether or not he'd do anything was up to him, and it wouldn't have surprised the Inquisitor in the least if the same Overseer would come back and tell him 'You do it'. Such a small squabble was above the station of those that mattered. Without having anything even happen to him yet, Corvus lamented as he crossed his legs and sighed: The Remnant truly did work their own to the bone.
  4. Stand Up and Scream

    What they know could prove useful, they might be hiding something that could be detrimental to their cause - All things Corvus had considered, heard and been subjected to since he himself had been hastily snatched up by a certain darth from Nar Shaddaa. The memories tumbled around in his head in a haze, a haze that began to heat up as if some fictional friction began to heat the blood pumping through his veins. It was perhaps the most logical and understandable thing a Sith would jump to when hearing that one of their own was 'once a Jedi', but the Echani remained impassive as always even after the Pureblood pressed the issue. As far as he was concerned, a Padawan taken from home knew just as much as he himself did. Fundamentals, names- Whether or not any information he'd be able to supply would even still be applicable since Tython, he wouldn't know. None of them would, save the people in charge of their intelligence; possibly. He took note of the pressure exerted on his wrist; it was rather clear the boy hadn't given up in knocking him over. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he let the force keep his arm - he needn't try and fight it when he had other options. His other hand flexed - fixated with the force and drew the hilt from his bound hand to the other, adeptly activating it and bringing it upwards as Ren charged forwards, aiming at what he could only assume was his midsection. A bold attack, separated from the patterns of the Ataru he'd been using up until that point. If anything, it reminded him of a bold faced attack from another form such as Makashi or Shien, though lacking any of the grace or discipline of a practitioner. As the saber would near he'd let the plasma take hold of one another, both blades inevitably sticking to one another as he would allow Ren to draw closer without harming either one of them. Still harboring the words of both individuals in his mind, he shifted his stance as Ren would inevitably connect with some sort of momentum; it wasn't quite enough to knock him over, but he did have to brace himself. Whether or not Ren would remain connected, retreat or press his attack Corvus would none the less speak- "No- that's simply one unfortunate truth. Warfare is simply a means of negotiation between governments. Even without the Jedi, the Sith or of the Force; it still breaks out somewhere. Advanced civilizations, tribes- what we're interested in is territory, resources, other interests determined by the heads of factions. I'm sure you once thought the Sith to be evil- beasts. Unwarranted aggression fighting peaceful people, but we live just as they do. We thrive just as they do; I've lived on both sides. I've walked the planes of Tython, I studied in the halls of the Jedi; and I fought to protect my people. We won't save you, but neither will they, Ren. The difference is whether you want to walk alone or with people who see your worth." He paused, gritting his teeth as the emotions of a long last past flooded his body with endorphins. The tempered Echani always had trouble with keeping himself in check in a fight, but he remained in control for the time being. This was a lesson, not real combat. The statements he made would no doubt disarm any person who overheard them, as most turncoats weren't exactly jumping in line to announce that they'd once belonged to the other side. "Religion, pride and Ideology; all contributors. When the objectives of state are met, war will end. If enough of our people die to outweigh them, war will end. Anger and hatred are but tools to tilt war in your favor. I'm not interested in my emotions or theirs; They're simply a means to an end that you must control." Corvus flicked his lightsaber off as he came to his conclusion, whether his words would have any weight at all was ultimately up to the boys own conclusion. He'd inevitably draw one, that much was certain. If Corvus knew anything about the halls of the sith, it was that they pushed someone to a conclusion whether they wanted one or not, eventually. That, or they'd die with a heart full of regrets. Ultimately the life of a Jedi was a cold and solitary one, but so too could the life of a Sith. Warm bodies were for times of peace- and for ordinary people. As to whether or not he agreed with the Pureblood, his attention finally shifted, with a certain sense of hostility accompanying it- "What would we have him do, then. Tell us the routines of the Padawans- how they struggled to temper themselves as they came to terms with the Force? How the masters were nice, but strict; adhering to their beliefs with an unwavering conviction? If getting to know your enemy is what you seek, then don't allow pride to blind you. Earning the ire of Ren won't further our cause- at most, he was worthy of being a Padawan. I can tell that from his form, at the least." His eyes closed for a moment as he calmed himself, there was little to gain from chasing an aggressive path in these circumstances. As much as her attitude may have rubbed him the wrong way, he couldn't necessarily blame her. A Pureblood, of all people, would have perhaps the hardest time coming to grips with how much they shared with their sworn enemy. It was in their blood, it was in their connection with the force. One who never touched the light side.. a pity, he mused. "It's not my station to tell you your business, however." He changed his position to a more relaxed tone, one without any prejudice or aggressive undertones. "Your free to take whatever path you feel is best," Corvus nodded slightly towards the Pureblood, then turned his attention back to Ren. "You are, too. You'd do well to remember that. If you're here, your chains have been broken. Whether you like it or not, you've been set free of their code; and it's your decision which path you want to take." He turned at that, facing away from the two of them before he began to walk off- stopping only for a moment to glance back at the bench. Would've been rather bad to leave that behind, he concluded, and returned to the bench to retrieve his helmet. He made no indication of taking back the saber from Ren; however, and as soon as he had it back on he began to walk away once more. "However," Corvus stopped one last time as he made his exit - as open minded as he may have wanted to be, one glaring fact remained. He turned to glare at Ren, though only a stone faced beskar helmet would be what either of them saw- "If you do choose the Jedi, I will drag you back myself." He grinned beneath the surface of his helmet, it was his role after all. Turncoats were traitors, but no one would be forgiven for fleeing from the remnant. Heresy would be suppressed, and terrorists would be interrogated for all they had - not because they chose to believe in another cause, but because they were aiming to hurt the Sith Remnants. To hurt his people, and his order. Corvus gave a dismissive wave as he made his way to leave the training pits, he'd done far more than he'd set out to do.
  5. The Coward's Way

    Daunting - seeming difficult to deal with in anticipation; intimidating. To say that Atrox was a man that fit the bill was hard to say, because Corvus felt little to anything in regards to the matter. Once he was as normal as a civilian, an acolyte as them- an apprentice to some; after having died already once, what had he to fear? When death was something one already accomplished, what in life would seem all that daunting. Perhaps staying alive, Corvus mused. He walked towards the throne room with an air of indifference, clad in the gear that had been gifted to him by none other than the dark lord of the sith himself. For a man that would be regarded as infamous, cruel or even evil he was terribly generous - if only for the sake of his goals, to be fair. He'd spent most of the time getting to know the lay of the land and who was where doing what since he returned to the land of the living; it wasn't surprising to find many of the stations vacant since the battle, though a few select individuals he hadn't expected to remain. The more reclusive of the Darth's for instance, who had been all be present nearly three and a half years ago to him. Stares were directed the Echani's way as he made his approach - not because he was intimidating be default; no, most were relatively carefree or nonchalant about his presence so far. While he certainly wasn't pristine any more, he didn't have the age that most did. He still looked young despite everything he'd been through, the reason they were staring was rather simple: The red substance that was splattered across the right side of his face. His helmet was carried at his side, cradled beneath his right arm as he entered the throne room. His stature was straight and rigid; that of a military man rather than a scholar or civilian, neither he'd claim to be for a long time. His eyes took in the room, immediately recognizing the presence of another as he stepped to the side and maintained his composure- while most would bow, Corvus stood adamantly. Not for the sake of defiance, not for the sake of pride - it was respect in which the Echani held himself highly in the presence of some. "You sent for me your excellency," The bright red in Corvus eye's shifted to look at the girl who bowed rather elegantly for 'her excellency', then he brought his left arm across his chest as if in a sign of respect to the man who seemed to aimlessly swirl around a goblet of intoxicant - happiness was a rather fickle thing he mused: A man who had everything that everyone around him wanted, yet someone who wanted something more. An all too common occurrence in the galaxy. Corvus decided that he would respectfully wait for him to be spoken to before speaking before, during or after Atrox and the girl.
  6. Stand Up and Scream

    It had been nigh on three-years, but his time spent at a university wasn't one that was squandered. While he didn't necessarily see the point in the boy witnessing a standard liver transplant procedure, the fact Ren paled at the sight of blood was not a shining beacon of hope. That he was willing to see things through to their end; however, was a merit for him. Corvus's attention wandered as he kept a steady bead on Ren- was it a light whip that she used? A curious weapon, one he wasn't entirely familiar with. The Sith's attention waned as the topic of torture came up however, and his stance shifted slightly as he evened out his weight distribution. Yes; she very well could torture information out of him, though the information might not be worth the effort or potential loss. How many recruits, acolytes and apprentices would have to be broken before people were content? Corvus sighed; a part of him knew that there was no limit to such a thing. It was all a part of the cycle. "A Knight," Corvus spoke up, turning his full attention to Ren once more. He remained stone faced, though a trace of irritation bled through the seams as he mulled over the revelation that the boy had once been, at least, a Padawan. Something that only perhaps Corvus himself could relate to on all of Dathomir at that point in time- "Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Tenants meant to govern your behavior; to resist and prevent yourself from falling to the dark side." He spoke in a firm tone as his fingers readjusted themselves around his hilt, his thumb against the ignition switch as if he were contemplating whether or not he wanted to even activate the thing. There was a moments respite before his conclusion: Things were beginning to stray from their original intention, so Corvus closed his eyes and took one deep breath. "The battlefield does not care about your past, and your past does not determine your strength. Survival of the fittest is the law of the galaxy. For us, for the Jedi- for everyone. Do you know why we fight wars, Ren?" Corvus let his thumb rest beside the ignition switch after all, but in no way did his presence become any less real or threatening. Whether or not the boy wanted to continue the session was up to him, but he'd see to it that he imparted at least some sort of lesson to the child if he possibly could.
  7. Stand Up and Scream

    Actions spoke louder than words, Corvus was a firm believer in this philosophy. The willingness to pick up the saber was negligible - the courage to activate it and ready boost forwards, that was something somewhat commendable. As the frail boy leaped forwards Corvus sighed; he couldn't blame the boy, though. If Ataru was the only thing he knew, it meant it would be the first thing he relied on. The color in the Sith's eyes shifted as he looked up as he fell towards him, and he raised his right arm in preparation for the attack that came- It rose to shield his left arm, and the red plasma of Ren's saber would splash across the surface of the beskar gauntlet for only a moment before Corvus' fingers stretched outwards after diverting the attack from his body- anyone that had had any clue how the Force worked might've been able to guess what was coming next: A point blank force push. The Force was willed and it obeyed, sending out a concussive shock wave that would attempt to send Ren back several feet after taking the glancing blow if it connected. Corvus could feel the heat transfer, he could feel the burn on his right hand; and he couldn't ask for more. It was like hot coffee after a bad hangover, or a cool rain after a hot workout. Feeling combat again was.. blissful, to the Echani. The aggressive assault belied what the eyes would perceive. A meek, frail boy- unable to defend himself, unable to take the life of another. To most people it was probably worth feeling pity over, it would irritate other Sith both old and young; but, Corvus felt neither emotion towards the boy. This was because after one simple exchange of blows, he could tell one thing over everything his mind wanted to process: Ren wanted to live, yet not as a slave to someone else. Perhaps it was simply intuition, imagination or the figment of Echani remaining in his body telling him so, but Corvus chose to trust this feeling. That's why he didn't advance on the boy whether he regained himself or not, he simply glared at him still; hilt in hand, feet in place. He stood as stoically as a statue while he considered his options. "You'll be fine with either form." Corvus shook out his right hand as he gave Ren his answer, looking down at the floor of the training pits rather impassively. "If you want a strong defense, I suggest Soresu. Either form will be taxing on your body as is, you'll need to adapt." He decided to be straight forward about that point; no Form would be adapted easily to a frail body not fit for combat. If one was broken, it would've been much simpler to focus on the Force as a weapon and a defense. If the boy was determined though, he'd make it work. Corvus was an example of such training. "Try again, this time with feeling." He said as he turned to Meracus, as if ignoring the threat Ren presented entirely. "What of your appraisal of Ren, then? I'd hear it." A grin played across his face as he asked the Pureblood the rather sudden question; it was meant to unnerve the boy more than appease his own interest. While the first strike certainly didn't lack motivation, it lacked any considerable punch at all. His eyes fixated on the woman while his vision expanded all around him; he wasn't quite so careless as to ignore Ren entirely.
  8. Stand Up and Scream

    Corvus listened to the words from the Pureblood; she seemed to understand that while she certainly could answer the questions, it would hardly mean anything if they didn't come from Ren's own mouth. It didn't take a mind reader or a naturally perceptive person to get a read on the tension that hung in the air between the two, though the Echani continued to look impassive even as he glossed over the details- "Corvus." He'd entertain the question since his had been, that was his new name. In all honesty, it could've been easily comparable to a familial situation. As if the Pureblood was disappointed in her son, but willing to help him improve. She lorded over him, baiting him with questions that she already knew the answer to. Corvus simply took a deep breath when the woman went as far as trying to persuade him to answer honestly; well, it certainly was one way to get an honest answer. It didn't take long for even Ren to figure it out though, it seemed- and Corvus couldn't help but faintly grin as the boy caught himself mid sentence and regained his composure. What would have no doubt been an agreement had turned into the opposite - a sudden heel turn that he wasn't expecting. It begged another question, though- Did the boy just lie to Corvus, to be defiant against the Pureblood? If the directive was to answer honestly, and he'd broken that control to choose his own answer.. another test, then. "Stand, Ren." He suddenly announced as his hands detached two cylindrical objects from his belt, one in each hand. They were relatively unimpressive hilts- nothing about them jumped out or screamed unique perhaps other than their curved nature.. It would no doubt be more of a nuisance for the boy than anything. Yes, the boy; Ren. Corvus would patiently wait for Ren to do as he was told before he tossed one of the light saber hilts to the young mans feet- "Drop the training weapon. Pick it up." Corvus said flatly as the hilt in his right hand fell into a comfortable grip- not one that could be attributed to any stance or form in particular of course; he hadn't the slightest intention of taking any of this farce seriously. If Ren did choose to pick it up- he'd learn fairly quickly that it was an awkward thing to hold. It's shape wasn't comparable with your standard hilt, fashioned for a specific Form over all others. The crystal, which would emit a red light saber when activated was one of Corvus very own synthetic crystals. Much had changed since he last had them; however, and whatever connection he may have had to them was dwindling at best. Lastly, the weapon was badly taken care of. Scorch marks, scratches- it was clear that the weapon had been used to take quite a few lives. "If you aren't repressing your emotions, then this will be easy." A faint smile tugged at the Echani hybrids lips, and he stood several feet away by this time to give the boy some more room to acclimate for what he was about to be told to do. It was a fairly simply 'test', and one that didn't necessarily have a destined outcome. "Knock me over, Ren."
  9. Stand Up and Scream

    As he finished adjusting his gauntlet he was pleasantly surprised. Not just by the boy, but by the Pureblood as well. Despite her previous words for the boy she seemed to be considerate enough to entertain his rather impromptu advice; he had a rather nostalgic feeling from her, but he focused at the task at hand. The boy - still nameless to Corvus - appeared to have answered the question without any deception. Whether it was due to the encouragement of the other Sith, he couldn't be sure, but it didn't make his answer any less valuable. Corvus stood stoically in contemplation for a moment, then his right hand rose beneath his helmet and began to pick at something. While some people may have advised caution on his behalf; he'd only been awake from his rather deep sleep for all of a day, Corvus had no intention on holding himself back in any way whatsoever. It only took a few seconds, but soon his helmet became unfastened and he lifted it off his head with ease as he spoke- "Does survival make it justified.. ?" He let the question hang as if waiting for some sort of answer - that would be his name, of course - before he'd finish taking off the beskar helmet. Corvus then approached the bench and let it drop next to Ren. "Never the less, philosophy about murder matters little here. Not everyone has it in themselves to kill at first, what's important is that you can fight. For your life, for the lives of others- For the Sith Remnant." Bloodshot eyes looked down at him from above, though perhaps the most unnerving thing about them was the eerie crimson color they contained. He held a rather condescending expression, as if the person in front of him actually mattered very little. "Another question: Are you holding back your emotions." While he was attentive to the presence of the other Sith, his attention remained on the boy. Whether or not she had more to say he'd leave that to her discretion and deal with them as they came, he had very little time to waste on small talk with so much to do so soon.
  10. Stand Up and Scream

    Two steps had passed before the boy spoke up, but Corvus remained silent and faced away from the group as a whole. His eyes followed other participants of the training pits, the stuttering; stammering boy had some back bone in him, after all. That, or he'd simply found false courage in the fact that he'd been given advice without insult or injury. One was equally as valuable as the other in this situation, though one much more dangerous in future scenarios the boy might find himself in. Fortunately for both of them, Corvus was much more experienced in the two he'd mentioned than he'd ever been Ataru. After a minute of silence he turned to look back at him, the weight of his presence being focused solely on the one who'd asked him the question. "Do you always do what you're told to do?" He asked rather suddenly. Rather than give the boy an answer right away he was slightly curious about his nature- what did it matter what another person would tell him was better? Was it not more imperative that one found their natural calling? Anyone could learn a skill, but few could master ones they had little interest in. Alas, Corvus knew choice mattered very little in the life of a Sith all too well. His gaze shifted only momentarily to the Pureblood, was she perhaps the newest stand in for what the young one would've called a Master? In all honesty, Corvus detested the idea of masters. "A meek practitioner of Ataru will get nowhere. I'll ask you this, and answer honestly: Do you wish to strike down your opponents in the truest sense, or do you merely wish to subdue them?" His head tilted upwards slightly as he asked the question, as if he was looking down on the Sith as he made his inquiry. True, Niman and Soresu both boasted a rather impressive kit that would aid any duelist; however, the most important thing is what the boy wanted to do. It would've been easy to force an answer on him- Corvus, in all honesty, wanted to tell him 'both'. It was rather unlikely that anyone would have that much motivation, though, he understood not everyone was an addict like he used to be. Both forms would boost his stamina considerably if he started to study it, and he'd gain a considerable advantage with any other Forms or Martial arts he may learn from those point on wards. Momentum control, energy preservation, understanding defensive patterns- even the simpler concepts of baiting and countering would be useful. What Corvus was most interested in was two things: Would he censor himself in the presence of the Pureblood, and if he had the ability to kill. Absent mindlessly, his one hand adjusted the Beskar gauntlet on the other- he'd given the pureblood little time to interject, but he could only assume that she'd have something to say from his own interjection into their affairs.
  11. Stand Up and Scream

    Dathomir- A pitiful excuse for a planet. The halls he remembered were long gone, one environment replaced for another- The only similarity was the tense air that hung about the place. No matter where they could go or what they would call themselves; the Sith had an irreplaceable, suffocating air that followed them wherever they went. Once it had haunted his thoughts, disturbed his days; but it was a comfort to the hybrid now: It was a far cry from the prison he'd been held in for so long, and only a day into his freedom already had him roaming about what he knew to be called the 'Training Pits'. Acolytes fought, Overseers instructed- looking over these sessions was almost nostalgic, and he could feel a certain unease in his hands as he wanted to take part for the first time in ages. Clad in his armor from head to toe the Sith resisted this urge, though. As much as he wanted to take part, to fight, he knew what it would amount to if he indeed chose to pursue this desire. An injured asset, and a disappointed Echani. This is why he settled his attention on a rather poor display between two people, where the loser had sulkily wandered off to a nearby unoccupied bench after a rather poor display of what he could only assume was Ataru, a form that appeared to be utterly unsuited for the frail looking boys physique. While he wasn't experienced with the form himself, he'd studied the philosophy and basics at some time or another; the boorish representation of stances and movements made it easy for him to draw a conclusion. Corvus spent some time quietly mulling the entire scene over in his mind as another individual approached the boy; it didn't take a great deal of effort to overhear what it was that was said; listening with the Force was a handy thing to have. The sounds of weighted footsteps would fall behind the Pureblood as he approached- clad in sithspawn leather, a fur collar lining the jacket that was reinforced with durasteel. It was a unique outfit, one rather out of place for an institution that had uniforms and popularized robes, and his helmet and gauntlet only served to accentuate just how out of place it may have been. Crimson eyes kept a careful watch on both of them, but his attention was most definitely fixated on the benched person. His pace would halt just inches away from the Pureblood, and his beskar gauntlet flexed habitually at his side as he continued to appraise each of them as best he could. "She's correct." He said flatly, there was very little that he could openly contradict in the words she said. Corvus had heard the same words many times in the old halls, the promise for power. Once upon a time they'd be given to him, too; and he'd been foolish enough to blindly believe them. Freedom was something he valued dearly now, and he couldn't stand seeing someone writhe around so pitifully on the ground. With enough time the poor creature would be stomped out, whether directly or through simple negligence. No one cared if the weak died. "Ataru isn't for you. Try another form." Corvus stated- it was more of an order than a recommendation. Acolytes and Apprentices dabbling in things they couldn't understand was nothing but a waste of time, and in an effort to get as many things into working order as fast as he possible could; he told the boy exactly what he would need to know. If Ataru didn't work, he had to find something that did. The boy could make it work, of course; it would simply take a much longer time. To build the physique he lacked to compliment the Force augmented acrobatics, it would take a great deal longer to improve than if he simply moved on to a more suitable Form. He needed to move forwards. How he did that was irrelevant to Corvus; however, which is why he made no effort in trying to convince the boy either. He began to turn away from the duo, there were others he had intention of correcting while he had the time to do so.
  12. Welcome to the Family

    The sensations of the living had been hard to adjust to after so long. Deprived of human interaction, restricted to the lowest place possible; Corvus had to recall what had happened to him last to make sense of any of it. While he initially had thought it would be a challenge, the gears in his mind seemed to turn effortlessly, as if an external force was assisting him in the endeavor. It wasn't simply a mental difference either, though his training had lapsed and his body inoperable for the Force knows how long, Corvus felt able. It was as if no time at all had passed since he was last awake, yet everything was.. different. There was the battle, then a duel- his thoughts became muddy and he felt irritated trying to remember every little detail- Ah, he'd lost. That was what happened. It was a rather simple conclusion; there wasn't necessarily much to think about in earnest. He understood why he had lost, but he was more focused on 'how he survived'. No one should've survived a blow such as the one he took- even if it were from a Padawan, it struck his vitals. It severed his arm, and he thought he had been left for dead as the life had drained from his body. The feeling of peace that he'd had in those last moments was fleeting, and he couldn't even recall what it felt like. Peace had been taken from him; part of him resented them for that. "Corvus, rise! It is time you realize your true potential," The blood red color in his eyes shifted long before the words had been spoken, and Corvus had been staring at the man who entered the room and removed his mask. Even without words he would've recognized the man from any distance - the aura, the permeating stench of the Dark Side: Darth Atrox. It wasn't quite as bad as he remembered; however, he neither felt suffocated nor afraid. Instead he remained pensive, and he appraised the armor that was offered to him with his eyes. For him? While he found it hard to believe, he extended one arm out to take hold of it- A red arm, unlike the one that used to take its place; as if he'd forgotten it was there, or that it had been the culprit in lashing the walls of his prison. Now that he was finally being.. addressed, he retained a certain clarity he'd been missing since he'd first awoken. It was quite a different thing to see in the light. A shiver ran up the Echanis spine- Yes, that's how it was. Despite the moment of terror he felt at the sight of the disfigured arm, an arm more akin to a wounded pureblood than a thoroughbred Echani, a wave of calm rationality washed over him as his composure recollected itself. While he neither understood the methods or means, it was very clear that whatever they had done to him- they brought him back. Everything beneath the hood felt different, so why would the externals be any different? He almost felt like laughing- Corvus; it was a fitting name. A white crow burnt black for the crimes of another, he mused. "How long has it been, Lord Atrox?" As separated as he had been from other people, his voice was raspy and worn out from screaming for so long, and his hand finished taking hold of the armor that was offered to him. It was light, but durable- save for one piece, a beskar gauntlet that was a rightfully more heavy and intimidating part of the ensamble. Without delay he began to suit himself in it, if this was what had to be done to take back his freedom then it was a simple decision. He knew himself to be loyal to the Sith, he wanted them to prosper and survive- a fleeting pain jolted through him when he thought about it. As if something contradicted the thought, but he'd never know what or why. His thoughts immediate shifted from himself to the Empire, and as he fixed the gauntlet to his new arm he looked back towards Atrox once more- "What of the battle, then? What's happened since I've been gone? Are we..?" It was hard to think about, but the chances that they lost weren't entirely impossible. After that, he could only assume months had passed at the very least, and as his environments looked nothing like any he'd seen before he also wondered if they could have perhaps moved locations. It was equally as possible the facility could've been a secret, off-planet venture as well. As he patiently waited for an answer his eyes wearily watched Atrox's every movement, and he continued to wonder about what else could have happened.
  13. Intent: A set of armor for Corvus attaining Sith Master and returning to the land of the living. Affiliation: Sith Remnant (Corvus) Production Rate: Unique Materials: Beskar helmet, beskar gauntlet/armguard with added nanosilk, durasteel reinforcements throughout. The leather portions of the outfit consist of both regular leatheris, and unalchemized sithspawn leather on the more intricate parts such as the collar. Armor Type: Medium Modifications: Stim-Injector Armor Rating: High Quality Armor Appearance: Strengths: Energy Resistant - With the use of Beskar and Sithspawn leather, the armor can take a few lightsaber strikes before showing wear and tear, though the leather itself can only take a couple of glancing blows. Weaknesses: Kinetic Resistance - Even with the durability of the materials used in this armor, the kinetic force behind strikes still transfers to the wearer. Heat Transfer - Even with the energy resistant materials used in this armor, heat from balster bolts and lightsabers still transfer across the armor, spreading to the skin underneath and potentially burning it. Description: After returning to the land of the living, Corvus was given his Masters attire - which consisted of both new and refurbished pieces; Crafted from the remains of Darth Atrox's old armor, after removing all the necessary modifications, the pieces that could be salvaged from the damaged remains were utilized to create the base of the armor - mostly due to the dedication of Sanguira delving deeper into metallurgy. The armor was soon torn apart, utilizing what plates remained to form a gauntlet and vambrace to obscure the hideous deformity of Corvus, as well as utilizing the damaged helmet of Darth Atrox's former armor to disguise his eyes. The pieces of armor that weren't salvageable were used to repair the helmet itself, as well as modifying the gauntlet to be capable of hiding the claws of the man's new extremity. With the idea of making armor that can ensure the man is capable of fighting, Sanguira made sure to keep the protective and heavier materials centered around the center of Corvus, with the only heavier part remaining on his one arm. The durasteel utilized in the creation of this armor are mostly used in the supports to make sure the armor actually sticks to the man's frame, with the robe being made out of a mixture of leatheris and other low-quality materials - making every part besides the chestguard and armguard less resistant to damage while keeping everything else flexible. The stimulant injector was added to provide Corvus with an extra boost in combat, should his focus fail him once more. The cocktail itself is rather standard and is notably just a simple combat stimulant, making it significantly less addictive, while only serving one purpose - similar to Darth Atrox's own choice of stimulant.
  14. Corvus

    Name: Corvus (Formally known as Raskta Kyo) Gender: Male Species: Echani Hybrid Rank: Sith Master Date of Birth: 3653 Appearance: White hair, porcelain skin- Corvus carries the traits of a pure blooded Echani in his genes. Though in contrast to others, his skin is marred, split and scarred all over from years of combat. Since leaving his life as a Padawan behind he became embroiled in a world that was as cunning as it was savage, and his body has the wear and tear to prove it. What was one a clean complexion became marred and corrupted as he immersed himself in the Dark side- and while he still retains a figment of his youthful looks, it's only capable through the alteration of his dna and genes- and a steady supply of life force, of course. His hair is long and unkempt - a once snow white texture being replaced with a matted grey remnant, reaching down past his eyes and around his head when it isn't inhibited by a mask or hood of any kind. After losing his sight, Corvus's eyes became fogged over and useless. The small amount of color that remained was a dull gold, that darkened upon use of the force. Now he sees clear as day- though they look no more normal than previous. The color took on that of a deep red- the color of blood let loose from a human- as a result of his Dark Side infusion. The veins in his face around his eyes are prominent without any sort of makeup, and he looks every bit as twisted as he's become in conjunction with the black sclera that overtake his eyes when he uses the Dark Side. Corvus's body remains similar in stature as it always did- a tall man standing at 6'0", weighing 164 lbs, with his most distinctive features being his face and right arm: Instead of your typical appendage, Corvus is in fact a twisted shell of a man who once considered himself something of a blades master. Instead of his good arm, a red- clawed monstrosity has taken it's place. While it shares the same length and shape as his other arm, his hand is startling different: The nails on his hand grew razor sharp, and the skin grew hard. Possessions: Corvus's Armor and Robes, Single Saber: Curved casing, Self-Forged Synthetic red color crystal. Single Saber: Waterproof curved casing, Self-Forged Synthetic red color crystal. Personality: Once a stoic, well-meaning Echani that was seduced to the Dark side- Corvus has seen the worst there was to offer from the galaxy and lived to tell the tale of it, transforming himself from a prodigal university student, to a Padawan, to an Apprentice and.. to the thing he is now: Corvus is a man with a sizable amount of Self-Confidence by this point in time, in both martial ability and mental. He trusts his rationalism above all else- so when the Sith comes to a conclusion, he has no reason to doubt his findings. This creates a rather straightforward, direct style of communication that isn't held back by perceived social roles or expectations that might be weighing on either of them. When he's right, he's right- and no amount of bickering or hand-holding is going to change that fact with him. Released into the world, Corvus is a very independent and decisive man. Those in positions of authority don't impress him, nor do social conventions or tradition. He's long since abandoned his heritage and homeland - once he has a better idea of what to do, it's as simple as him doing it. Either an idea is the most rational, or it's wrong to him. In all honesty - Corvus is a jack-of-all-trades. The ability to have an open mind, determination, independence and confidence creates a man who is capable of doing anything he sets his mind to do. That isn't to say he's faultless; however. Aside from his ability to be utterly cold and ruthless to just about anyone- Corvus is arrogant, and easily capable of bringing his confidence too far. This can close him off from the opinions of others he believes to be below him, or come across as brutally insensitive in making his own opinions of others all too clear to them. He's overly analytical; as his sometimes neurotic level of perfectionism doesn't work on things such as relations with other people- and he loathes highly structured environments. The most puzzling part of the man is his eccentric and fickle nature, where he can seem like a friend for one moment; yet liable to stick a knife in your back the very next. Friend, enemy- the two words are almost synonymous with this man and his relationships, with his only loyalty appearing in his exchanges with those such as Atrox or Sanguira. Skills, Abilities and Talents: The body of a martial artist, supplemented through the dark arts of transmutation and alchemy has created an Echani Hybrid- a sort of Sithspawn humanoid that retained its mind and sanity. While his real body is nothing to scoff at for your average man, the sickly red arm of his has an intimidating presence unlike any other. The 'skin' is hard from the transmutation process, being fused with other materials to enhance the bone structure and muscle mass of the Echani's new appendage. The nails of the hand became razor sharp, and the skin was akin to hardened plating- the icing on the incredibly painful cake was being infused with the Dark side, which permanently affected the mans body and force sensitivity to the dark side. Corvus is skilled in the art of the light saber as a former blade master candidate, and has only cemented the fact he can still hold his own upon his return. Other than that he knows the basics of the Stava martial art form, and various Force related abilities he'd picked up over the years he spent between factions- much of this time spent as an apprentice, though he inevitably made his way up the ranks by force when his power level began to rise high enough to be a Sith Master. Biography: Unlike other Echani, Corvus grew a love not for fighting, but for the field of science. From a very young age he was talented in these fields, and as soon as he was old enough he left Eshan to attend a university. He scored well and was doing fine up until he discovered the Jedi. He spent a number of months helping them as they helped him, and eventually decided to join their order as an initiate when his force sensitivity was confirmed. But, Corvus only made it to the rank of Padawan. In a series of rather unfortunate events, both his tutor and master were murdered on an outing to Nar Shaddaa. Left as the sole survivor, Corvus was wracked with guilt over the ordeal and vowed to take vengeance for the people they had taken from him. When confronted by the woman, he lashed out physically; but, was quickly defeated and left to fend for himself. A certain Sith woman took advantage of his situation, and tempted him in his vulnerable state to learn from her. He accepted, hesitantly, and was introduced to the world of the Sith much faster than he'd ever dreamed possible. He became part of the Academy, and trained until apprenticeship- far surpassing the others of similar rank with ease. While he may have been talented, it offered no answers for the questions he sought, and after being neglected and abandoned by the ones who had brought him to that world- he looked for solace the only place he knew how: A battlefield. It was nothing like he imagined it to be. It was exhilarating, it far surpassed anything the academy could've offered. Sparring became an afterthought, and the Echani quickly lost himself in the heat of the moment as he stood toe to toe with the Republic alongside the likes of Darth Atrox. It was this reckless behavior that lead him to his inevitable downfall, only moments away from securing his title as a Master. Struck down by a Jedi Padawan, Corvus had thought himself a failure.. dead, but at peace with what he had become. But then he awoke once more in a dark room, and everything was different. Character Skills and Abilities: Force Powers Psychokinesis Telekinesis - Expert Telekinetic Combat - Novice (Projected Fighting) Force Push Astral Force Sense » Force Sight Telepathy Psychometry Restoration Force Invigorate Environment Disable Electronic Force Shock » Force Lightning Drain Life Physical Force Listen Perception Force Camouflage Enhancement Force Rage Lightsaber Combat Lightsabers Novice Single Saber » Intermediate Single Saber » Expert Single Saber Novice Double Saber Lightsaber Forms Form I - Novice Shii-Cho Form II - Novice Makashi » Form II - Intermediate Makashi » Form II - Expert Makashi Form III - Novice Soresu Form V - Novice Shien » Form V - Intermediate Shien Form VI - Novice Niman » Form VI - Intermediate Niman Form VII - Novice Juyo Martial Arts Martial Arts: Basic Stava First Aid Novice Biosurge Novice Torture » Intermediate Torture
  15. Name: Corvus (Formally known as Raskta Kyo) Gender: Male Species: Echani Hybrid Rank: Sith Master Date of Birth: 3653 Appearance: White hair, porcelain skin- Corvus carries the traits of a pure blooded Echani in his genes. Though in contrast to others, his skin is marred, split and scarred all over from years of combat. Since leaving his life as a Padawan behind he became embroiled in a world that was as cunning as it was savage, and his body has the wear and tear to prove it. What was one a clean complexion became marred and corrupted as he immersed himself in the Dark side- and while he still retains a figment of his youthful looks, it's only capable through the alteration of his dna and genes- and a steady supply of life force, of course. His hair is long and unkempt - a once snow white texture being replaced with a matted grey remnant, reaching down past his eyes and around his head when it isn't inhibited by a mask or hood of any kind. After losing his sight, Corvus's eyes became fogged over and useless. The small amount of color that remained was a dull gold, that darkened upon use of the force. Now he sees clear as day- though they look no more normal than previous. The color took on that of a deep red- the color of blood let loose from a human- as a result of his Dark Side infusion. The veins in his face around his eyes are prominent without any sort of makeup, and he looks every bit as twisted as he's become in conjunction with the black sclera that overtake his eyes when he uses the Dark Side. Corvus's body remains similar in stature as it always did- a tall man standing at 6'0", weighing 164 lbs, with his most distinctive features being his face and right arm: Instead of your typical appendage, Corvus is in fact a twisted shell of a man who once considered himself something of a blades master. Instead of his good arm, a red- clawed monstrosity has taken it's place. While it shares the same length and shape as his other arm, his hand is startling different: The nails on his hand grew razor sharp, and the skin grew hard. Possessions: Corvus's Armor and Robes, Single Saber: Curved casing, Self-Forged Synthetic red color crystal. Single Saber: Waterproof curved casing, Self-Forged Synthetic red color crystal. Personality: Once a stoic, well-meaning Echani that was seduced to the Dark side- Corvus has seen the worst there was to offer from the galaxy and lived to tell the tale of it, transforming himself from a prodigal university student, to a Padawan, to an Apprentice and.. to the thing he is now: Corvus is a man with a sizable amount of Self-Confidence by this point in time, in both martial ability and mental. He trusts his rationalism above all else- so when the Sith comes to a conclusion, he has no reason to doubt his findings. This creates a rather straightforward, direct style of communication that isn't held back by perceived social roles or expectations that might be weighing on either of them. When he's right, he's right- and no amount of bickering or hand-holding is going to change that fact with him. Released into the world, Corvus is a very independent and decisive man. Those in positions of authority don't impress him, nor do social conventions or tradition. He's long since abandoned his heritage and homeland - once he has a better idea of what to do, it's as simple as him doing it. Either an idea is the most rational, or it's wrong to him. In all honesty - Corvus is a jack-of-all-trades. The ability to have an open mind, determination, independence and confidence creates a man who is capable of doing anything he sets his mind to do. That isn't to say he's faultless; however. Aside from his ability to be utterly cold and ruthless to just about anyone- Corvus is arrogant, and easily capable of bringing his confidence too far. This can close him off from the opinions of others he believes to be below him, or come across as brutally insensitive in making his own opinions of others all too clear to them. He's overly analytical; as his sometimes neurotic level of perfectionism doesn't work on things such as relations with other people- and he loathes highly structured environments. The most puzzling part of the man is his eccentric and fickle nature, where he can seem like a friend for one moment; yet liable to stick a knife in your back the very next. Friend, enemy- the two words are almost synonymous with this man and his relationships, with his only loyalty appearing in his exchanges with those such as Atrox or Sanguira. Skills, Abilities and Talents: The body of a martial artist, supplemented through the dark arts of transmutation and alchemy has created an Echani Hybrid- a sort of Sithspawn humanoid that retained its mind and sanity. While his real body is nothing to scoff at for your average man, the sickly red arm of his has an intimidating presence unlike any other. The 'skin' is hard from the transmutation process, being fused with other materials to enhance the bone structure and muscle mass of the Echani's new appendage. The nails of the hand became razor sharp, and the skin was akin to hardened plating- the icing on the incredibly painful cake was being infused with the Dark side, which permanently affected the mans body and force sensitivity to the dark side. Corvus is skilled in the art of the light saber as a former blade master candidate, and has only cemented the fact he can still hold his own upon his return. Other than that he knows the basics of the Stava martial art form, and various Force related abilities he'd picked up over the years he spent between factions- much of this time spent as an apprentice, though he inevitably made his way up the ranks by force when his power level began to rise high enough to be a Sith Master. Biography: Unlike other Echani, Corvus grew a love not for fighting, but for the field of science. From a very young age he was talented in these fields, and as soon as he was old enough he left Eshan to attend a university. He scored well and was doing fine up until he discovered the Jedi. He spent a number of months helping them as they helped him, and eventually decided to join their order as an initiate when his force sensitivity was confirmed. But, Corvus only made it to the rank of Padawan. In a series of rather unfortunate events, both his tutor and master were murdered on an outing to Nar Shaddaa. Left as the sole survivor, Corvus was wracked with guilt over the ordeal and vowed to take vengeance for the people they had taken from him. When confronted by the woman, he lashed out physically; but, was quickly defeated and left to fend for himself. A certain Sith woman took advantage of his situation, and tempted him in his vulnerable state to learn from her. He accepted, hesitantly, and was introduced to the world of the Sith much faster than he'd ever dreamed possible. He became part of the Academy, and trained until apprenticeship- far surpassing the others of similar rank with ease. While he may have been talented, it offered no answers for the questions he sought, and after being neglected and abandoned by the ones who had brought him to that world- he looked for solace the only place he knew how: A battlefield. It was nothing like he imagined it to be. It was exhilarating, it far surpassed anything the academy could've offered. Sparring became an afterthought, and the Echani quickly lost himself in the heat of the moment as he stood toe to toe with the Republic alongside the likes of Darth Atrox. It was this reckless behavior that lead him to his inevitable downfall, only moments away from securing his title as a Master. Struck down by a Jedi Padawan, Corvus had thought himself a failure.. dead, but at peace with what he had become. But then he awoke once more in a dark room, and everything was different. Character Skills and Abilities: Force Powers Psychokinesis Telekinesis - Expert Telekinetic Combat - Novice (Projected Fighting) Force Push Astral Force Sense » Force Sight Telepathy Psychometry Restoration Force Invigorate Environment Disable Electronic Force Shock » Force Lightning Drain Life Physical Force Listen Perception Force Camouflage Enhancement Force Rage Lightsaber Combat Lightsabers Novice Single Saber » Intermediate Single Saber » Expert Single Saber Novice Double Saber Lightsaber Forms Form I - Novice Shii-Cho Form II - Novice Makashi » Form II - Intermediate Makashi » Form II - Expert Makashi Form III - Novice Soresu Form V - Novice Shien » Form V - Intermediate Shien Form VI - Novice Niman » Form VI - Intermediate Niman Form VII - Novice Juyo Martial Arts Martial Arts: Basic Stava First Aid Novice Biosurge Novice Torture » Intermediate Torture Final Notes: After speaking with Kure and Homra at length, finally decided on bringing this character back from a hasty departure- both to add some activity to the Sith, and continue writing the character I've enjoyed the most here above all else.
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