#sithisms

[estarion]

"You must be playing hard to get~"

[Oathbreaker paladin verse]

... with her? i’ve kept things entirely tame. she just isn’t at my level yet.

[mayxthexforce]

@sithisms said:

"Dont look at me like that. I saved you from death and you glare at me like I'm the bad guy~"

[Ulic old republic war era]

The metallic taste of his own blood pooled against his tongue.

That Mandalorian had descended upon him like an omen of death. One moment, it was all quiet. The next, a jetpack coming to life just a couple feet above him and a beskar-tipped boot landing a solid kick against his face. It was a miracle his nose hadn't broken. Although he could already tell his jaw would resent him for weeks.

Ulic hit the ground and, in the couple seconds it took him to compose himself and thrust a tense hand forward, ready to crush the windpipe of his assailant, he realized that Kun had it under control. And yet, he didn't lower his hand right away. He could almost see the force, like translucent tendrils, stretching out towards Kun, trying to tempt him, playing with his ambition, his need to always be the best, the deep rooted fear of being looked down on for every little mistake. Getting caught off guard by a Mandalorian with a jetpack was more than a LITTLE mistake. Kill him, it told him, kill him or he'll kill you.

He was nowhere near regretting any of the things he had done and would continue to do. But as headstrong as he was, even he could admit that the dark side was —at time— a karking nuisance.

Ulic finally put his hand down.

"You're getting paranoid."

Was he talking to himself out loud or addressing his fellow Sith's words? Perhaps both. Ulic didn't dwell on that. There was just no time and he'd spent long enough —pathetically too long— on the ground. Instead, he rose to his feet and summoned his lightsaber back to his hand. Standing tall– not quite as tall as Kun, but still an imposing height; and surveying their surroundings, including above them —as he wouldn't make the same mistake twice—, for any signs of danger.

"Saved me from death? You underestimate me," he noted. "I could have handled it."

Stars, I sound like Cay.

He quickly forced the thought back down into the dark corner of his mind from whence it came. Ulic refused to think much about his younger brother, refusing to let the darkness that now inhabited him taint his memories of Cay. But every now and then, like that karking Mandalorian, the thoughts of his family descended upon him in what felt like a ruthless, premeditated attack.

And, just like with that Mandalorian, there was always Kun for him to focus on, and it made things more bearable.

"Let's keep moving," he breathed out. "There's never just one of them."

The subjugation of the clans was still a work in progress.

[lightfaithed]

"Have you ever thought of shaving?"

At the question, Obi-Wan's hand subconsciously came up to rest on his beard. It had been around Anakin's fifteenth's birthday when he had begun growing it.

He had been a rather self-conscious Master and when Anakin had hit a sudden growth spurt and had shot up to be his height, outsiders couldn't easily tell who was the Master and who the learner, despite Anakin's Padawan braid.

In a desperate bid to appear more mature and wise, and to be easily recognized as the Master, Obi-Wan had decided to grow a beard. It did seem to work, because even though Anakin had grown taller than him, the beard drew people's attention and made Obi-Wan look older than he was.

"No, I quite like my beard," he told Kun. "It managed to fool everyone - including myself - into believing that I'm actually wise and that I know what I'm doing."

Obi-Wan had now been wearing the beard for so long, he wasn't ready to show the world what his naked face looked like. "Why, is it not to your liking too?" he asked curiously. Kun had a handsome face, which a beard would only obscure, but on Obi-Wan's face it simply felt right.

And most people liked this beard, as he spent a lot of time and products to keep it trimmed and soft. No beard burn for lovers or any unseemly crumbs of his last meal entangled in his beard. Obi-Wan was as clean and neat as it got.

[arc-77]

@sithisms continued from [here]

"Exar Kun, huh? Pleasure to meet you."

He discreetly taps a control on the side of his gauntlet, muting his external vocoder and switching to squad-comms. Verify that transfer, he says to his lieutenant. One of the similarly armored troopers in blue takes a few casual steps back and turns around, hand touching the side of his helmet as he goes up the chain of command.

"Not to worry, sir," he says again out loud. "The war's called all sorts of Jedi back into the fold. You wouldn't be the first thrust into all this after years of solitude."

The Captain beckoned the jedi to follow him over to the ridge, separating the two of them from the rest of his troopers. Retrieving a set of electro-binoculars from his belt, he peers through it, then hands it to Exar Kun to do the same. "About four kilometers north-east is a Separatist weapons emplacement we've been assigned to scout. If we get the chance, I'd like to destroy it while we're there."

[mando-of-esverr]

"We stand upon the ancient burial ground of a sith long forgotten. Watch yourself pup. You're at the bottom of the food chain here." He said as he would overlook a massive cave amidst a mountain region. Desert having had consumed most of the temple's entrance as the elements would devour it.

His grey hues narrowing deeply as he made his way to the old temple and rubbed his hand over glifs. The text of ancient sith.

"Reshintar..makilion.. not a name.. 'hatred free you'. A clue..or a saying?" He muttered as he would look over to Darius and huff." The next holocron is in here.." he paused as he would smirk slightly and approch him.

"Do you sense a pull of any kind, Mandalorian?"

Darius remained silent as he followed Kun to the entrance of the ancient burial ground. Just being there made the hair on his neck stand up. It felt foreboding, unfriendly, as if the air itself were warding him off from such sacred... or unhallowed ground...

He gritted his teeth and glanced around, gauging the area.

He'd spent a lot of time examining and exploring the Sith Holocron they'd found previously. The data was fragmented as if the data inside had been split up for some unknown reason. The Mando suspected why, but he kept it to himself. After all, the narrator in the first holocron had only mentioned the start of his study of Esverr. No doubt whichever ancient siths had garnered these pieces wanted to keep such powerful knowledge for themselves... or maybe for those they considered worthy.

Darius wasn't sure but somehow, handling the Holocron had made it... easier to sense the force... to sense what was around him. Like feeling a faint warmth after years of feeling nothing but cold. Even so, he definitely believed he was at the bottom of the predatory food chain here. Ergo why he was armed to the teeth in case of ambush...

"I feel a push," Darius answered, looking over at Exar Kun. He paused and considered the saying. 'Hatred free you...'

"It could be a reference," he suggested, adjusting the shoulder strap of his blaster rifle. "It could be instructions. 'Hatred free you'... it'll probably make more sense the deeper we go."

[kaleeshbled]

     @sithisms has sent a holo message. . .

"You dare threaten me!? Ah well.. I could gladly show you some ancient sith techniques. A shame you are to be the training dummy."

     The thought of another Sith aside from Dooku or Sidious was ridiculous to the General. Yes, the teachings of the particular set of Force Wielders does not remain in his mind -- something that means little to him. However, there is knowledge that there are only two around.      Was it a lie? Another hidden or expected to be dead like that Zabrak?

     “ Is that supposed to be a boast? ” There is a hissing to his words, suppressing the raking cough from escaping -- not wanting anything to tarnish his stance, his strength, “ I have learned all techniques of the blade. I doubt you can show me something new! ” The last part gets the ear fins to angle forward, the deep growl growing until he cannot hold back a few coughs, “ I'll make you regret calling me that! ” So stubborn, confident in his skills from being a warlord but also the training from the Count.

[chosesun]

"Your father is dead boy. Face your fear. Join him in the darkness!"

Luke sets his jaw, though other than that one motion, he is eerily calm as he folds his hands together, only inches away from his lightsaber if he deems it necessary. right now, he remains focused on the sith, unmoving. "no," he says, voice strong and anchored. "my father might be dead, but he has joined the light. you won't win. i will never join the dark side."

@sithisms

[kylo-wrecked]

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

{ 🎲 You rolled: Soft!Ren }

"What makes you think death has a cold grip?" He answered through a silent, itching wound of wrath. Answered with blood on his tongue. Blood tracks on the edge of his chin. "Children's stories?" 

Yet, he wouldn't bare his teeth. Kylo Ren parried Kun's blow, his right heel dug into the ground, a mouth closed onto the earth, his saber a fire splashing above it. Above them. And above, and all around them, the Force, and in it, its nucleus, the Ren. 

Was Exar Kun aware of this cellular repositioning of their galaxy? Take off that mask, fight me face-to-face. Kylo Ren bared his teeth now, pushing his blade into Kun's light blue and flickering lie. Blood was black on his gums. Disdain was black in his eyes, frozen on his battered young face, where specks of blood merged with specks of moles. Within its scant lines dwelt The Ren, making his mien, the bent nose, even the slick, wild hair surrounding it, a mask of itself. 

"Perhaps..." Ren rasped, near a whisper. Held his ground and felt the blood welling in a trauma location he could no longer perceive. Choked on the effort. "Perhaps you've lived too long."

@sithisms

[gloomfaithed]

@sithisms / cont. X

She was drawn to the power he radiated like a moth to flame. In a world where survival was crucial, especially for a Sith, it would be folly not to ask for his wisdom and lessons. Considering her own Master had thaught her that the Sith after Bane cannibalized themselves by their silly rule of the stronger killing the weaker - and the apprentice killing the Master - there was no need to distrust her in this regard. She wanted the Sith to thrive, not to weaken. Supporting him and growing with this help seemed like the best course of action - especially with her own Master gone.

Exar Kun. Yellow eyes looked up at him curiously, as he helped her to her feet. She noted the Sith artifact he wore and knew that they required a good grip on oneself and the darkness, as they threatened to overwhelm the wearer easily. It probably also meant that just like her, he was in search of wisdom and Sith lore. Perhaps they were both scholars at heart.

She tilted her head. "I'm Darth Talon. You accept me then?" He may just be humoring her for now, didn't truly take her seriously and didn't really see her as his apprentice, but even so, it would be enough for now. To spend a little time and learn from him would surely prove very benefitial. "What happened to you? It was like all of your energy had been sucked out of your body."

[prodijedi-archive]

@sithisms       sent         …        “ Yes! Yes!! Push yourself. Grow stronger! Focus on your hatred. ”

╰► SOURCE: Unprompted Asks / ALWAYS ACCEPTING

“ My hatred … ” The padawan murmured, trailing off as that incessant voice in the back of his head once more made itself known. Dooku swayed back and forth ever so slightly, as though he were caught in some sort of trance. This was not the first time that Dooku had heard this voice; the warmth and comfort provided by Master Yoda found itself drowned out by the darkness of the unknown presence within his mind multiple times over the past few weeks. Nothing worked to silence it, not even the mind healers.

⠀ ⠀ Then, something inside him snapped, and he woke up. “ No. ” This single word, unusually stern for a boy of sixteen years, was snapped out like the crack of a whip, bringing Dooku out of his trance. “ No … this is wrong. I shouldn’t. Hatred and anger … it’s not the Jedi way. ”

[kingofthewebxxx]

"You are far more than just an inquisitor. The name alone in saying its wretched word has made me ill..you are a damned sith. Weather the fool who looks down on you believes it or not."

(Inquisitor boi!)

“My my I didn’t expect you to become so upset about the idea so quickly my dear! Yet you do seem so much more sentimental than I am. That may be so but ever since the rule of two was introduced we cannot be with, to even be considered so would cause so much chaos, can you imagine the Emperor and Lord Vader rearranging the structure of the Empire to fit all of us in, wouldn't happen, my dear, if you would like to tell them that they have it all wrong then be my guest, just be sure to leave my name out of it, I have been thinking you know, perhaps I should come back in time with you, I promise I would make it interesting.” To hear so much vigour in another was truly refreshing for the inquisitor

[mayxthexforce]

Continuation from HERE

@sithisms

"Fistey woman aren't you?" Kun snapped back towards her. His size almost devouring her and yet he wasn't angry. It was almost like a playful mock towards her as he cocked his head.

"Come now. Such a hot headed mouth on you. Let's talk like people. Not savages." He stated with a hum as he would extend his hand towards a set of chairs before him. Though he does remember her..time during his rule as a sith lord and baring controll over the brotherhood of the sith he had surprisingly remembered her face. Taking a seat himself he smiled at her knowingly.

"It appears you haven't aged a day. You don't feed off the force like I do.. no..stasis?" He asked out of curiosity. His brow raised slightly as he crossed his arms where he sat.

He had some nerve. Daring to speak about savagery after everything he'd done and everything he most likely planned to do. But then again, it would have been just as hypocritical of her to point it out, and Celeste would rather die than bring herself down to his level of hypocrisy.

Muur had his own opinions about Kun's behavior, and his own ideas about how she should react. Murderous ideas that he didn't keep to himself– he never did. But she ignored him and instead stood tall. He might be considerably taller, but he couldn't intimidate her with his height. The Jedi of her time wouldn't have held her in such high regard for such dire missions if she was the type of person that could be intimidated by something as insignificant as height.

Still, Celeste didn't move towards the seat until he'd taken his own. A passerby might have mistaken them to be friendly yet serious acquaintances catching up after a long time, if they remained far away enough. However, from close proximity, the tension was thick in the force.

"Stasis," she confirmed. Then, met his curious question with one of her own. "What reason do you have to have survived this long?"

[lightfaithed]

@sithisms / cont. X

"Well, the Sith mostly destroyed themselves, no? All that infighting, no real trust, no teamwork. No love." It had been been good for the Jedi of old, but the downside was that there had not been any Sith around for far too long and too many Jedi had not learned how to deal with them. It would be easier to fight an enemy you knew.

He watched the Sith lord with a healthy dose of caution, but what Kun suggested was acceptable. Talking was a better alternative to fighting, even if Obi-Wan wasn't sure where their talk would end or to what it might lead to. Neither of them was going to reveal any crucial secrets.

"I accept your offer. And I'll take the liberty of starting with the questions. I take it the Jedi you knew were in contact with the dark side more often? With the Sith?"

[stars-written]

"Bend..break beneath me.."

Blue eyes narrowed slightly at the other's insistence, gaze set hard against the Sith's own. Lifting her chin in defiance, she planted her feet firmly beneath her. Her fingers twitched slightly with the reflex to draw her lightsaber but she curled them into her palms instead, refusing to give in to fear or anger.

"I've gone down that path before. Never again! All it leads to is pain and suffering."

[mando-of-esverr]

"Its a bout time we found eachother.."

[From 'Exar Kun' xD if you catch my meaning :))]

The moment he heard footfalls from the corridor, Darius had his weapon drawn, his blaster ready to put holes in the next clone he ran into. However, he almost smiled at the sound of Kun's usual smug irritation. The Mando lowered his blaster as he caught sight of the sith.

"Heh, you're lucky I didn't put a few holes in you the moment you walked out," he said and walked toward the Sith. "How'd you get away from those clones? I had to resort to a fighting retreat just to get this far."

Kun's lightsaber swung idly from Darius's belt, though the Mando didn't seem to be paying it any mind. "I'd say let's get out of here, but..."

He looked over and down the far passage, the way the current was pushing, grimacing behind his helmet. "I'm not sure this place wants anyone to leave. Not the way we came anyway."

[stargone]

"You truly are a fascination!"

flattery always did go a long way with her. a smile began to curl on lips as she looked over at the other. " i see we've gotten smart and aware of my love of being doted on. good boy. " xue li hummed with the tiniest flutter of giggles leaving her. she stood up from her spot, fingers smoothing skirts of dress down before she crossed the room to close the distance between them. " how can i help you, darlin'? "