[Originally posted by Hammur] Author's note: Ok, I have been having these ponderings on being a Sith for a while and wanted to write them down before they get lost or buried. I may turn them into their own interactive website at some point in the future. Too much of the non-movie Star Universe turns the Sith into selfish, greedy criminals rather than the cruel, dangerous, quick to anger Sith we see in the movies. I wanted to set the story straight and show the Sith in a way that makes sense of their behavior and attitudes. Maybe it's just a peeve of mine that I like everything to make sense. If it doesn't make sense, either you are looking at it wrong or some of the information you have been given is bad. So in a way this is my way of turning everyone's internal camera to an angle where all the information, even some of the odd stuff, makes sense. I think this is my 3rd Star Wars related writing project. My first was a conversation between Yoda and an ex-Jedi whom was serving as an Admiral for the Republic Navy during the Clone Wars. The Admiral was to be Hammur's father and the story takes place on the first Victory star Destroyer as it leaves dock for it's maiden battle. I never did finish it. My second is one I eventually intended to see if it could get published, but TOR ended up occuring at the time I was originally intending to place it. So I need to find a new time, where the Sith are few and shrinking, the Jedi are growing, and the Jedi Temple is underging constuction. So it needs to have much altered before it is ready. So enough babbling inanely for me. on to the story. “Sir, a Sith transport has just docked. The pilot says his name is Darth Grond and that he is here to commandeer this ship!” Captain Saleer looked at the communications officer incredulously. “Comandeer my ship? We are in the middle of mopping up after a battle. Admiral Vorgess will not be happy if we simply take off on some errand.” “Yessir, but he is on his way up to the bridge now.” Saleer gritted his teeth and straightened his shoulders to prepare for his visitor to come out of the turbolift. The door to the turbolift hissed open and out stepped the Sith Lord. Darth Grond was tall, and dressed in close fit black armor with a hooded cloak hiding his face. The shadow covered eyes were the most striking. Deep pools of pitch black each with it’s own pinpoint of reflected light, as if a cold frozen star was burried light years beneath the surface. He did not move in the earily smooth manner of one of the Sith that has had many cybernetic replacements, but rather very forcefull and deliberate, yet his steps made no sound on the steel catwalks of the bridge. A slight shimmer in the air around him indicated he was wrapping himself in a shield of the force. “My L…” “Sorry Captain, I have no time for pleasantries. I need your ship now. You have the fastest available ship and I need to get to Thule. This battle is over and you are no longer needed here.” “My Lord, this ship is attached to Admiral Vorgess’ fleet. I…” “I am unattaching it!” Calmly as if talking about logistics reports, Darth Grond continued “You seem to have misunderstood me, Captain. I am not here to convince you. I am not here to negotiate with you. I am not here to turn you to my side. I have simply informed you of my arrival, and my plans. You can either follow my orders or I will simply destroy you as an obstacle in my way. I do not have much patience for officers who cannot make swift decisions, so by all means, take your time deciding...” “I cannot allow you to take my ship at this time without express permission from the Admiral!” Captain Saleer finally stammered out without interuption. Darth Grond gazed over the crew of the bridge and settled on a gruff looking officer near the sensors pit. “Commander, I trust you will be much more agreeable?” With a gutwrenching popping sound Captain Saleer’s face twisted in agony. Bones shattered and twisted violently within him as if in a maelstrom, shredding internal organs and some piercing his outer skin. A second later the corpse collapsed in a bloody heap on the deck. Two minutes later, the Reiver made the jump into hyperspace.
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