Darth Interitus
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Post by Darth Interitus on Aug 12, 2015 18:26:44 GMT -8
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Location: Panatha Timeframe: Three years ago. Misdeeds. Introspection. Reformation.
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Darth Interitus
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Post by Darth Interitus on Aug 12, 2015 19:33:21 GMT -8
*He'd intended to regroup. To formulate a new plan. To return and take his family, wreak havoc on the Jedi that sheltered them, particularly the man who'd stood in his way, whom his son stood with, instead of by his own father's side. But the flight from Felucia had been filled with several thoughts, mostly of his own family. They were in pain. His wife had been hiding from him. His son could hardly speak, and his crippled brother had to be strong for him.
His daughter was dead.
He'd intended to save them from the pain, but a thought had crossed his mind: Was he not responsible for that pain? Of course, his response was to curse and denounce the very thought, but it had haunted him throughout the journey. He'd caught his reflection in transparisteel, examined his helmeted face, the claws attached to his fingers. "This is who I truly am," he'd told himself with conviction, yet he looked like a monster.* "A monster to strike fear into those who would come against me!" *he'd attempted to convince himself, and he'd tried to put that thought away as he shifted his unknown course towards that of his home.
He'd landed in the rainforest, then trekked through the wilderness until he reached the base of the mountain. He scaled it, then stood upon a cliff overlooking the rainforest and his home city in the distance. Chill air tingled his arm, and, in a rare moment of longing, he removed his helmet so that he could feel it upon his face.
It was nothing compared to the chill in his very core.
Separated. From his wife, from his surviving children, from his own daughter whom he himself damned to Chaos.
"No, that was Ruki's doing," was his desperate reasoning.
But Ruki had been his own apprentice, handpicked by him and sent to attempt to get close to the family. He'd led Zuli astray, but that had indirectly been Interitus' own doing.
Curse that name.
He looked at the helmet in his clawless hand. The slit visor. The muzzle-like maw. His face for the last several years, as he'd traveled world to world, spreading chaos and destruction, and seekin g out his own family. It was so alien to him now. Disgusting. Hideous.
The air around it seemed to rumble and tighten. A creak, a crumple, as a dent appeared in the crown, then another. The visor shattered, the muzzle collapsed, and soon the unrecognizable, scrunched heap of metal fell from his hands, tumbling down the mountainside, its thumps echoing for several seconds before once more the Epicanthix was surrounded by silence.
He felt numb as he slumped down to a sitting position.* "I'm not a monster..." *he lied to himself in a whisper. He looked down into his lap, only to see the plated armor chest, the claws attached to his left hand. He raised his hand, examining them with an expression akin to horror. Then he sighed.* "I am a monster." *The expression lingered, then suddenly became focused. Determined.* "Was." *The claws came off. He removed the breastplate, including his lightsaber attached to its belt, and threw them upon the ground. He lifted his heel, intending to crush the weapon, when he stopped...*
"I suppose you can still be of use," *he admitted at last, lowering his foot and removing the lightsaber. But his claws and breastplate met the same fate as his helmet, crushed under the weight of the dark side. Soon, his armored boots followed suit.
He descended the mountain, weapon in hand, and returned to his ship. As he ascended the ramp, he stopped... No, he couldn't leave yet. He had one more stop to make. He set his weapon aside, exiting his ship, and made for the city...
Of course, a man wearing only black, dirty pants with a scarred torso wouldn't go unnoticed by the townsfolk, but if that hadn't caused a stir and people to steer clear of his path, the unfocused, unsettled look in his eyes certainly would have. He cared not for them, only to hope that no authorities would be called at his presence, and made forth for the only destination he cared for. His old abode... the place he used to call home...
When he'd last arrived, mere weeks ago in fact, he had thought nothing of the fact that the home hadn't been repossessed by the government and resold. Perhaps there was no profit in the endeavor. Perhaps they didn't bother to notify its owners of its need for attention due to its relatively-secluded status. Perhaps they were simply afraid...
He stepped over the fallen, weed-laced gate, following the half-hidden path through the overgrown yard to the damaged, unhinged front door. Peeking into the parlor, it was as broken and empty as before; perhaps emptier. He could imagine the ghost stories told of this house, but clearly that didn't stop a handful of looters. He didn't care about the lost materials. He'd lost something even more dear already.
Zuli had taken her first steps there. He'd cradled Zemear and Covi where a couch no longer existed; impressions in the ground remained from its feet.
And the bloodstains...*
"I didn't know your name," *he began suddenly. He didn't know what was coming over him, but he allowed it to overtake him; he could hardly keep a handle on himself at the moment, so why bother trying?* "... but I did a terrible thing." *He had? No, no... let it continue.* "You were protecting him, who was protecting them... from me."
"You don't believe that."
"I do!"
"You were working for their good."
"I believed that, but it wasn't the truth!"
"They merely didn't see. Be patient."
*This latest insinuation made Interitus go stiff, his brows knitting. Suddenly very angry, he retorted aloud to himself.* "Your 'patience' cost me my family! My son's voice! My daughter's life! I've scarred them, and they'll never forgive me!" *There was no doubt that this tirade could be heard from the streets, should anyone be passing by, but he was livid now, and he would not cease.* "You've ruined them, ruined me! I'm tainted..."
*But who was he even yelling at? The dark side? His ideologies? His own thoughts attempting to rationalize events? Whatever it was, he wanted to remove it; he even clawed at his temples, hard enough to leave scratches and even draw a minuscule amount of blood from one slit. Then he threw his fists down to his side.* "I'm not your slave anymore. You're my slave now."
"You dare..."
*He whirled around, as though the source of his madness had changed position.* "I dare indeed! There's no redemption for me, but if I'm stuck with you, then you'll do as I say from now on!"
"I am your Master..."
*The voice seemed angry, but also shaky as though fearful. The Epicanthix smirked.* "No longer. The madness you've awakened within me..." *He began to laugh, a laugh no less mad than before. But this time, it was with new purpose.* "... well, let's just say I have great things in store..."
*The other part of him did not reply as the Epicanthix turned and left his old home. He breathed in the new air with a smile, one that the look in his eyes made seem twisted. He was ready to face the galaxy anew... And his family would be better off without him. He had a new outlet for this dark part of him, and the galaxy would be a better place for it...*
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