Or those clones from the Jaden Korr novels.
Fate Denied: A Star Wars SI
- Thread starter Saphrith
- Start date
Interlude VIII
- Location
- Somewhere, over the rainbow
Finally, the last interlude and we can get back to the main plot.
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She had not realized it when she had first arrived on Korriban, the significance of why she was there. When she had fled Tyro's compound, she had not really planned where she was going, only that she had to escape. Her hyperspace jump had been random coordinates, set in a panic. The Force had guided her here and for the longest time she had not known why.
It had been a place to lay low though, the planet was devoid of sentient life and since Ruusan, the Jedi had been content to let the planet fade from the memory of the galaxy at large. For a time, they had maintained an automated sensor station around the planet. But as the Outer Rim descended into lawlessness, pirates and smugglers who passed through Korriban on the way to other destinations destroyed the station.
The Jedi had rebuilt them, but had lacked both the resources and time to maintain a constant presence over Korriban and after repeated attempts, had simply given up maintaining a constant presence.
It had also given her time to reflect, on a lot of things. For the longest time, she'd traveled with Ousan across the galaxy after her induction into the Black Knights. She had learned everything from him, she'd had no family before him, she didn't remember how they'd died or even if they had. She had been so young when Ousan had found her, huddled under the rubble.
She Knelt upon the cold metal floor, his lightsaber hovering just above her shoulder, the heat dancing across her skin. That moment when she first felt the power of the Force. It was like awakening to the galaxy
'I, Ysanne Leoet, swear to uphold the mandate of the Black Knights. To oppose the Jedi where able, to honor the memory of the Sith, to seek power, to honor my Master, to instruct new initiates wisely, and should it be necessary, to die with honor and dignity in service to the cause.'
Then he had bid her rise, and it was the first time she'd seen him smile as he'd welcomed her to an order that had stood for almost two thousand years. And she had thanked him, promising to fulfill his expectations.
She remembered clearly leaving him there, on Terminus, and turning to run for her life. She had forsworn her vow to save her own skin. It was cowardice, defeated easily by a padawan when she could have taken advantage of the Jedi's distraction to kill her. She had instead fled for her life, abandoning her Master. A death sentence if any of her fellow Knights found out, there would be no safety with them anymore. She was alone, and in her loneliness emerged a hint of memory.
Vahl guide me, bathe me in your destructive power. Show me the path, that I may bring destruction upon my foes, venerate your gift, and spread your teachings.
It was a small thing, but alone on a ship, drowning in anger and self-loathing, the memory of her hand being severed haunting her dreams, a small comfort was better than no comfort at all. It became a mantra, and with each iteration she felt her sense of purpose return. And with that sense of purpose her anger began to focus.
She stared at the bandaged stump of her former hand, the pain had not gone away since her arrival. It had gotten stronger in fact, and with that pain came hatred. She hated the Jedi that did this to her and, with nothing else left, she began to hone that hatred.
However, as she did, a new sense emerged. A prick at the back of her mind, urging her onward, festering her hatred for the Jedi, quickly becoming the center of her focus. Then she began to meditate, the energy of Korriban suffused her with power and her senses expanded to the world around her.
Then, a revelation occurred. She wasn't sure what it meant but the sensation at the back of her mind became an impression. She grabbed a pack and some supplies from the cargo hold and set out.
Her landing site was some distance from the Valley of the Dark Lords, there was nothing there for her anymore and the canyon beyond it proved to have more cover for her ship. But as soon as she stepped off the ship, the Dark power around her seemed to become her guide, leading her onwards into a bend in the canyon and at the end, a cave system.
And in that cave system, lay a tomb. She didn't know whose tomb it was, not at first, but when she entered she found it dead but unpilfered. How this had happened she could not comprehend but the promise of dark power at the end drove her on.
Despite her elation, she found no relics, no texts of Sith knowledge, only empty halls and a single sealed door. Her lightsaber had no effect on it. She could not push or lift it open, and using the Force only made it shake.
A trove of power, she knew it had to be, and she couldn't even access it. All that time wasted, the power she wanted, needed, denied to her. It had tipped the cauldron of rage boiling within her. The Jedi, her hand, her weakness, her fear all boiled to a scream that shook the room around her.
But more importantly, it crumbled the door and she was inside. The chamber had been a repository: filled with ancient lightsabers and crude knives bathed in the power of darkness.
The most important treasure though—the one that had taken away her breath, swarmed her with dark power, and brought her to knees—was undoubtedly the Holocron. It was tall and pitch black, a triangular block of metal and knowledge unlike anything she had ever imagined.
All around her, the tomb glowed under the light of the hologram before her. She breathed in and basked in the power of the Dark Side around her, it was a fire under her skin, burning through her veins and coiling in her core.
And as she entered the chamber, it sprang to life and a woman rose out of the Holocron, a great spirit, full of power and harnessed rage. Ysanne found herself quaking at the raw power before her.
"Finally, someone at last has found my resting place, and yet I do not sense the Sith in you. What are you, child of darkness, only a Sith has right to my teachings." The command, and that was what it was, brought her back to the moment and she bowed before the hologram. She had no doubt that in this place of dark power, even dead and gone, this Sith had more than enough power to kill her.
"I am Ysanne Leoet, a member of the Black Knights." The spirit inclined her head curiously and the Dark Side swirled around them.
"I know not, who those are, it has been thousands of years since anyone has opened my tombs. You will tell me of what has happened. What is the state of the galaxy, do the Jedi still live?" She hurried to obey the Sith, recounting everything she knew of the galaxy and all the lore of the Black Knights that had been passed down before her.
This did not please the Sith spirit. The rage overwhelmed her, knocking her back into the wall and driving the air from her. She clutched at her throat, desperate for breath as she was floated up to face the spirit.
"You child, you will do. I have found myself in need of an apprentice, my teachings will endure, the Sith will endure. You will ensure this, or I will torment your spirit for all eternity. You will know no rest until my designs have been fulfilled." She was released and took in great gasps of air, hacking and clawing at the stone beneath her.
"I-I will do as you ask, Master, I-I want power. I want to be feared, I want, I want everything." The pain was receding, replaced by seething anger and desire. This, this was what she wanted, more than anything.
"Very good, apprentice. Rise and we shall begin your training immediately." Ysanne stood and as she faced the Sith spirit, she vowed that Viera Sarat would die by her hand, slowly and torturously. The Spirit seemed to sense her anger and dark purpose for the woman smiled.
"Then we will begin apprentice, you will be the instrument of my vengeance and in time you will be the new Marchioness of a reformed Black Legion."
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Guess that Sith!
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She had not realized it when she had first arrived on Korriban, the significance of why she was there. When she had fled Tyro's compound, she had not really planned where she was going, only that she had to escape. Her hyperspace jump had been random coordinates, set in a panic. The Force had guided her here and for the longest time she had not known why.
It had been a place to lay low though, the planet was devoid of sentient life and since Ruusan, the Jedi had been content to let the planet fade from the memory of the galaxy at large. For a time, they had maintained an automated sensor station around the planet. But as the Outer Rim descended into lawlessness, pirates and smugglers who passed through Korriban on the way to other destinations destroyed the station.
The Jedi had rebuilt them, but had lacked both the resources and time to maintain a constant presence over Korriban and after repeated attempts, had simply given up maintaining a constant presence.
It had also given her time to reflect, on a lot of things. For the longest time, she'd traveled with Ousan across the galaxy after her induction into the Black Knights. She had learned everything from him, she'd had no family before him, she didn't remember how they'd died or even if they had. She had been so young when Ousan had found her, huddled under the rubble.
She Knelt upon the cold metal floor, his lightsaber hovering just above her shoulder, the heat dancing across her skin. That moment when she first felt the power of the Force. It was like awakening to the galaxy
'I, Ysanne Leoet, swear to uphold the mandate of the Black Knights. To oppose the Jedi where able, to honor the memory of the Sith, to seek power, to honor my Master, to instruct new initiates wisely, and should it be necessary, to die with honor and dignity in service to the cause.'
Then he had bid her rise, and it was the first time she'd seen him smile as he'd welcomed her to an order that had stood for almost two thousand years. And she had thanked him, promising to fulfill his expectations.
She remembered clearly leaving him there, on Terminus, and turning to run for her life. She had forsworn her vow to save her own skin. It was cowardice, defeated easily by a padawan when she could have taken advantage of the Jedi's distraction to kill her. She had instead fled for her life, abandoning her Master. A death sentence if any of her fellow Knights found out, there would be no safety with them anymore. She was alone, and in her loneliness emerged a hint of memory.
Vahl guide me, bathe me in your destructive power. Show me the path, that I may bring destruction upon my foes, venerate your gift, and spread your teachings.
It was a small thing, but alone on a ship, drowning in anger and self-loathing, the memory of her hand being severed haunting her dreams, a small comfort was better than no comfort at all. It became a mantra, and with each iteration she felt her sense of purpose return. And with that sense of purpose her anger began to focus.
She stared at the bandaged stump of her former hand, the pain had not gone away since her arrival. It had gotten stronger in fact, and with that pain came hatred. She hated the Jedi that did this to her and, with nothing else left, she began to hone that hatred.
However, as she did, a new sense emerged. A prick at the back of her mind, urging her onward, festering her hatred for the Jedi, quickly becoming the center of her focus. Then she began to meditate, the energy of Korriban suffused her with power and her senses expanded to the world around her.
Then, a revelation occurred. She wasn't sure what it meant but the sensation at the back of her mind became an impression. She grabbed a pack and some supplies from the cargo hold and set out.
Her landing site was some distance from the Valley of the Dark Lords, there was nothing there for her anymore and the canyon beyond it proved to have more cover for her ship. But as soon as she stepped off the ship, the Dark power around her seemed to become her guide, leading her onwards into a bend in the canyon and at the end, a cave system.
And in that cave system, lay a tomb. She didn't know whose tomb it was, not at first, but when she entered she found it dead but unpilfered. How this had happened she could not comprehend but the promise of dark power at the end drove her on.
Despite her elation, she found no relics, no texts of Sith knowledge, only empty halls and a single sealed door. Her lightsaber had no effect on it. She could not push or lift it open, and using the Force only made it shake.
A trove of power, she knew it had to be, and she couldn't even access it. All that time wasted, the power she wanted, needed, denied to her. It had tipped the cauldron of rage boiling within her. The Jedi, her hand, her weakness, her fear all boiled to a scream that shook the room around her.
But more importantly, it crumbled the door and she was inside. The chamber had been a repository: filled with ancient lightsabers and crude knives bathed in the power of darkness.
The most important treasure though—the one that had taken away her breath, swarmed her with dark power, and brought her to knees—was undoubtedly the Holocron. It was tall and pitch black, a triangular block of metal and knowledge unlike anything she had ever imagined.
All around her, the tomb glowed under the light of the hologram before her. She breathed in and basked in the power of the Dark Side around her, it was a fire under her skin, burning through her veins and coiling in her core.
And as she entered the chamber, it sprang to life and a woman rose out of the Holocron, a great spirit, full of power and harnessed rage. Ysanne found herself quaking at the raw power before her.
"Finally, someone at last has found my resting place, and yet I do not sense the Sith in you. What are you, child of darkness, only a Sith has right to my teachings." The command, and that was what it was, brought her back to the moment and she bowed before the hologram. She had no doubt that in this place of dark power, even dead and gone, this Sith had more than enough power to kill her.
"I am Ysanne Leoet, a member of the Black Knights." The spirit inclined her head curiously and the Dark Side swirled around them.
"I know not, who those are, it has been thousands of years since anyone has opened my tombs. You will tell me of what has happened. What is the state of the galaxy, do the Jedi still live?" She hurried to obey the Sith, recounting everything she knew of the galaxy and all the lore of the Black Knights that had been passed down before her.
This did not please the Sith spirit. The rage overwhelmed her, knocking her back into the wall and driving the air from her. She clutched at her throat, desperate for breath as she was floated up to face the spirit.
"You child, you will do. I have found myself in need of an apprentice, my teachings will endure, the Sith will endure. You will ensure this, or I will torment your spirit for all eternity. You will know no rest until my designs have been fulfilled." She was released and took in great gasps of air, hacking and clawing at the stone beneath her.
"I-I will do as you ask, Master, I-I want power. I want to be feared, I want, I want everything." The pain was receding, replaced by seething anger and desire. This, this was what she wanted, more than anything.
"Very good, apprentice. Rise and we shall begin your training immediately." Ysanne stood and as she faced the Sith spirit, she vowed that Viera Sarat would die by her hand, slowly and torturously. The Spirit seemed to sense her anger and dark purpose for the woman smiled.
"Then we will begin apprentice, you will be the instrument of my vengeance and in time you will be the new Marchioness of a reformed Black Legion."
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Guess that Sith!
- Location
- Somewhere, over the rainbow
Easy answer, but correct.
- Location
- Somewhere, over the rainbow
haha, actually that was a recent addition to this story. Originally there was a different character that would do that, and it happened later in the story.
But I decided that character had too many other antagonist roles already and split him into two characters.
Ysanne was one of them and the other we have yet to meet.
This is a pretty big deal as Ysanne can fuck with the Jedi and the plans of the Baneite Sith.
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- Location
- Somewhere, over the rainbow
Does a murderous desire to plunge her sword into her repeatedly count?
All hate and no love makes Ysanne a dull girl. Guess we will see.
- Location
- Somewhere, over the rainbow
Probably, they even named a lightsaber move for it.
- Location
- United States of America
Well now we have her big evil she will have to fight or kill. Most likely before knighthood...but then again we might see the start of a new sith order as yssane doesn't follow the rule of 2 and might do some recruiting of her own.....
I wonder how palps will plan with more sith scattered around the galaxy, or even plaegius.
Hmm I honestly thought she would end up with the night sisters and mother talzin and be used as revenge for palps stealing her son.(maul should still be a kid)
...wait. ..
Omg...
Maul is still a child right now being tortured and turned into a monster.
....and I think Ventress should be born about now and just sold to pirate dude...
I see butterflies and they are everywhere D: !!!!
I wonder how palps will plan with more sith scattered around the galaxy, or even plaegius.
Hmm I honestly thought she would end up with the night sisters and mother talzin and be used as revenge for palps stealing her son.(maul should still be a kid)
...wait. ..
Omg...
Maul is still a child right now being tortured and turned into a monster.
....and I think Ventress should be born about now and just sold to pirate dude...
I see butterflies and they are everywhere D: !!!!
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- Location
- Australia
(reads linked page)
Aw, nope. Not good. NOT good. Yoda: "A disturbance in the force... my brown pants, a sudden need for I have."
Sonifri
Is this the face of a villain?
- Location
- Texas
Just had this fun idea.
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In the final confrontation between Ysanne and Viera.
Ysanne had finally cornered the old ratbag. There was no escape from this trap. "What will you do now Viera? I am young again and you are old. I have become the most powerful Sith in history! I will tear out your soul! You will know endless pain, you will..."
It was at this point that Viera opened her coat to reveal it lined with what appeared to be no less than 26 thermal detonators.
Ysanne stopped ranting. "What?"
Viera offered her own explanation. "You're right. I am old. I can't defeat you. But you're not the only one who set a trap here. I always did like explosions you know. ADMIRAL ACKBAR!" The thermal detonators activated simultaneously with the code phrase.
Ysanne had just enough time to comprehend what happened. "Did you just? You BITCH! FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
__________
In the final confrontation between Ysanne and Viera.
Ysanne had finally cornered the old ratbag. There was no escape from this trap. "What will you do now Viera? I am young again and you are old. I have become the most powerful Sith in history! I will tear out your soul! You will know endless pain, you will..."
It was at this point that Viera opened her coat to reveal it lined with what appeared to be no less than 26 thermal detonators.
Ysanne stopped ranting. "What?"
Viera offered her own explanation. "You're right. I am old. I can't defeat you. But you're not the only one who set a trap here. I always did like explosions you know. ADMIRAL ACKBAR!" The thermal detonators activated simultaneously with the code phrase.
Ysanne had just enough time to comprehend what happened. "Did you just? You BITCH! FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
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That part....would be interesting if Dooku rescue her and Ventress ends up with him like a Alice & Zouroku thing.
Grumpy grandpa Dooku.
- Location
- United States of America
It honestly would be an interesting alt universe.
In canon dooku falls and becomes a dark Jedi and makes Ventress his dark apprentice.
(Hypothetical )
He stays with the oder here and takes her on as a padawan as she becomes a great Jedi
(My heart can't take all these feeeeels)
In canon dooku falls and becomes a dark Jedi and makes Ventress his dark apprentice.
(Hypothetical )
He stays with the oder here and takes her on as a padawan as she becomes a great Jedi
(My heart can't take all these feeeeels)
- Location
- Somewhere, over the rainbow
33BBY so....just under ten years from where we are in story?
Hope to see some sort of interaction between her and Viera.
Hah! Awesome. I just had my players in the Star Wars tabletop campaign I'm running find XoXaan's holocron. I'll be very interested to see how you characterize her.
Sonifri
Is this the face of a villain?
- Location
- Texas
This is the kind of thing I think about.
A holocron has moving pieces. Specifically a dust shield to cover the image emitter. XoXaan's spirit in the holocron can project herself when she wants. Projecting herself requires activating the servos of the dust shield to expose the image emitter. Ergo, a Sith spirit bound to an immaterial object has the ability to operate the machinery that object is comprised of.
You can seamlessly attach or embed mechanical prosthetic and organs to a person or clone.
You can enchant objects with sith alchemy
Bow to you new immortal magitech droid lords.
- Location
- Europe
You're talking about a andriod XoXaan?
You know, I wonder how she would react to knowing about the possible coming Clone Wars and the reasons behind it.
To bad that there won't be any possible dark seduction fights happening.
Since it would have been funny if Viera found her first kiss stolen in a future fight with her.
Can you figure out a better way to throw a Jedi of his or her current mind track and cause it to stall?
Sonifri
Is this the face of a villain?
- Location
- Texas
I'd make it a cyborg XoXaan since her specialty is dark healing. Some machine parts embeded in the cloned body for a force user. The holocron would double as her prosthetic brain. Hrm... as long as They're replacing the brain with a holocron I guess it wouldn't matter if the body wasn't a clone since there's no chance the original owner is going to fight for control after a brain removal. I think I just invented the Sith Ultra Humanite.
As for how to throw a jedi off their track. Infect them with a small about of corrupted midichlorians that constantly draw in a small amount of dark side energy. They no longer have a choice of being a dark side user. Their choices at that point is what they're going to do with that dark side energy. Learn to use it or let it build up in them.
If any sith could figure out how to make corrupted midichlorians it would be XoXaan or Plagueis.
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- Location
- Europe
Fun thing, it counters Palpy his Veil.