Kashyyyk Temple Fortress

He understood what revenge meant for most, in his case it was by far more complicated then any other.

Revenge is what i seek, I wish to punish those who did me wrong. Though what does one do when the bones of your enemy have already become dust. Their screams of death have echoed for hundreds of years. I am tormented, of the fact that I slept threw their passing, and when I awoke it was many years since their day of judgement. 

He understood the way a Sith thought, the way they used anger and hatred to gain power.

I don't know if you know what it feels like to be a father, I don't expect you to understand. But when someone does such a thing like killing your wife and unborn child, to take away the only thing you see worth living for, your left with nothing. Except the emptiness inside, from something that was taken out of you. So understand i don't play games, I seek out the knowledge of the Sith. Every secrete, and every ability.


He wasn't obviously powerful enough to learn every power out there. He intended to learn every power he could, his intentions were clear to this Sith. Though Archetheus has hidden agendas, some would say his plans weren't possible. Most likely is impossible, and no doubt he'd only find ruin at the end of his path. However, he was the kind of guy to attempt the impossible even when deep down he knew it couldn't be done. This Agenda of his, he'd never spoken of, except spoken to him from something else during his isolation. He wiped his brow, sliding his two fingers across his forehead of sweat. He crossed his arms once again, afterwards.

The women's voice echoed in his head. ''You'll be ruined''. He shut his eyes for a second then shook that thought off his shoulders. Every ability worth learning.. Some would say his motivation is unlike any other, but the truth was, Archetheus was bound for ruin. He isn't even an above average force wielder, he's just himself. A former father, a broken man, and maybe a future Sith. The loss of his family, the sight of his wife's light in her eyes fading, and the betrayal of his own brother. The funny thing is, Arc's brother may of had his very own legacy or bloodline, which would also make them Arc's bloodline as well. Though...if they were out there somewhere, he'd have mixed feelings with them.

He no doubt felt the dark side power flowing threw this man. He could help Arc, but there was also the chance he could try and stop Archetheus on his path. He remembered reading about something called Force Nexus's, the only location he knew of was located on Coruscant where the Temple grounds were built. Wherever the most powerful nexus was located, Arc believed that was the Key to what he wanted to do. Anything could go wrong, Arc could possibly go insane, well more insane. He knew he could not ignore the fact that his earliest memories were vanishing, as if the longer he lived, the more memories he created day by day, eliminated the earlier memories. His past was crumbling inside his head, the day would come when his identity would be lost. Perhaps his capability to do anything, could be lost. Or it could destroy me. He said suddenly. I believe the only way i am capable of becoming stronger then I am is forgetting who I am, forgetting the weakness that once brought me down.

He hated that he didn't have the power to do what he could of done all those years ago. He listened to the Sith speak of the Kashyyyk group of Sith, Arc hadn't intended on becoming an actual Sith, just in search of their knowledge. Though, now his feelings towards it had shifted. What if, he still could get his revenge. He looked to Sithious. Yes, I do.

He said after a moment. He didn't understand why he suddenly felt anger, a feeling Archetheus thought he had diminished. Revenge is most times a result of anger, but Arc had lost his anger a long time ago. Though he intended on finishing what his enemies had started. This isn't usually what i would do...but now I'm beginning to realize its what i have to do.

Bare feet slapped upon cold, hard stone flagstones, despite the dark oppression of the almost cathedral-esque entrance hall with its high vaulted ceilings, the black stone walls and pillars, the high arches and flames burning in sconces he felt a draft, a wind rushing through the place.

He looked about him as he walked slowly forward, feeling more than just the presence such a building inspired, no he felt something greater, stirred within him, his insides burned. He could describe it as a desire that could not be quenched a thirst that no water would heal, for in truth it was not a physical thirst, no it was more than that a hunger, it had driven him from Korriban and would drive him still, it was undeniable.

The man that had been had died, what lay in its place was a creature more animal than anything, basic instinct, now that needed refinement and a vision, a vision that in a moment of time had provided clarity had led him here.

In contrast the Umbaran before the Dark Lord was skin, bone and painfully thin clad in a thin shirt one not dissimilar from a patient's night shirt, to solidify this a few wires, leads and drip lines still hung from the being and beside his right foot there gathered a small pool of blood; another drop fell from the Umbaran's bandaged hand and plopped onto the cold flagstone.

He studied the Humanoid before him with dark intense eyes, but again more than seeing; he felt and it was a feeling that made his knees week, not one the Umbaran was comfortable with; for the first time that driving rage that had engulfed his essence did not prevail and for the first time the Umbaran lacked conviction and he questioned why he was here and what for.

"Purpose."

The single word fell into his mind as though placed there by an unseen force; believe and doubt no longer, he had a purpose and it would only be realized in this place, he didn't know what his design was or where it would lead, only that it would be formed and shaped here.

His unblinking gaze seemed to see through the man before once again returning his dark eyes to focusing upon the dark clad being before him, he wasn't sure if the unnamed being of power before him was making fun or just plain perturbed, but it mattered little. His purpose was to be found here, and he presumed it to be some form of growth, for his form seemed lacking, he wasn't sure how this would be achieved but he knew his answers lay here and if not with help from the man before him then through some other means.

He narrowed his gaze, perhaps clarity would aid Turlon in seeing the same vision of purpose.

"My being. I am not lost, but found, it is here I have seen that my purpose becomes fulfilled and recognized, whether this involves you or not is no concern, what speaks to me is greater than you or I and whatever I need to achieve will be achieved and I pray that if you cannot aid me then you step aside and let me continue."

It was not rudeness, just blatant fact, at least this was how the Umbaran saw it, he only could deal with the fractures of foresight he had gleaned whilst on Korriban and truth be told this was little.

Sandwich; his mind only seemed to now register the word, he guessed that his body did need sustenance at least it needed to last to serve him in his need to strive, and thus he needed to keep it functioning, all of this was matter of fact to him.

He nodded then cocked his head to one side.

"Sandwich, yes food would be good, this library, what does it contain?"

At a mention of a library; presumably a holding place of some knowledge became of great interest, perhaps here could be found guidance.

Momentarily he turned his cold gaze upon the apparent serve which silenced his laughter, then his face became as stone, he took a sandwich, his gaze not leaving the man holding the platter before turning his attention back to the dark clad muscled man before him.

He took an almost thoughtful bite of his sandwich and was glad that he had chosen to feed his need for food, he was in little doubt that he would work his way through the platter, but what was of greater importance was that as if via an unseen flick of a switch the man before him too seemed to become serious.

It was like a curtain pulled back and for a brief moment the Umbaran felt the wash of unrestrained power, to the point of intoxication, it caused him to feel weak to the point where his knees gave way and he found himself subdued before the other man, not a state he enjoyed but he had, had no measure of the dark side before, now he had witnessed his first taste of what he could achieve.

Rising slowly he dipped his head acknowledging that there was much for him to learn and he was grateful that this temple of learning be at his disposal, least of all the library.

"You hide your strength well."

The Umbaran said, for the first time he grinned briefly revealing razor sharp teeth.

He was unsure of what now he was, but he had been shown the power he could attain, he had made it thus far without aid and he did not presume he would be given any now, uncertain of what he would learn and how, but nevertheless eager.

"All I require are the tools."

The desire within burned even brighter. He didn't need this man to tell him of what grateness he would ascend to. The Umbaran felt it within every fiber of his being.

Sith. Yes that word he knew epitimised everything he was to become and his drive to achieve was unfathomable. Naught would stand in his way and any who did would be crushed.

This man before him. A useful agent he could be in actualising his ascendancy. If it were deference the man required than the Umbaran would assimilate.

He had already learned an important lesson. The man before him had concealed his power; clever. There was an advantage in appearing weaker than one actually was; deceit. Yes that glove would fit him rather well and he would don it until the time was right.

He glanced at the plate seeing that Turlon's joke referred to the empty tray. He must have needed more food than he realised.

He then nodded.

"Where to begin?"

Ahh, so this man wanted something in blood, an oath; content the Umbaran was to enter into a pact, all things had there uses, he would suck all he could from an allegiance, temporary, perhaps. Only time would tell.

He listened as Turlon imparted a small and brief history lesson, this place as he was informed had been around for many years and had even held control of the galaxy at large, albeit the Orders leader betrayed the Order itself, although how and why remained unknown. Yet if one held the desire and drive as he knew he himself did then why would one let a pact or an order or a being or a place hold them back?

He would take what he could, by power, might, deceit, right and give nothing back.

He bowed his head and said nothing for a moment.

"It will be so."