Occasum Solis [Cazador, June]

[Ira]

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It had taken a good deal of mapping and a bit of travel to find this place. Protected by the mountainous area, the village had been a bit difficult to find. But it would be worth it. Even just staring at it, she could see the future being built and laid out here. Easy distance to both Isafaro and Kari. Technological places which could prove useful. By sea, according to her map, if they wanted to go a naval route in the end - Hallowton would be easy enough to reach even.

But that was further down the road. Much further down the road. For what stood here would have to be erased. Completely. The death of this village would give rise to potentially the first building of its kind in this world; a Sith Temple. And the people here, who lived in this village, who moved about like ants from the view she watched them at - higher up on a tall hill - they would all serve to create it. And it would be these people whose blood would fuel them here too.

An echo through the Force pulsed out, strong and clearly. It called for the two who wished to be Sith.

'Come to me, apprentices. For there to be lessons, there must be a home for us. There is work to be done.' As it touched those she searched for through the Force, her call through the Force seemingly lightly pulled and tugged on her apprentices to gather them to the village she watched over for now.

[Ayen]

Roseus followed where she sensed her master to be. Hiking up the hill with a purpose as her eyes looked down towards the same village Ira was currently observing once she reached the top. Thinking very little of them as her finger brushed off against the hilt of her new weapon. Eagerly awaiting a chance to try it out while turning to face Ira.

“You rang, Master?”

[Cazador]

Darth Harbinger, the man once known to the people as Cazador, heard his new master finally called out to him. The time of getting the power he so desired was growing near. After escaping Isafaro after proving himself to Darth Ira, the fallen hero went into temporary exile. He waited out his days in the unmarked territories of the world until the day his master would call him. Sure enough, she did. He could feel his master's call from so far away. He was drawn to it. Feeling the pull of the force on his body only made him more thirsty for the power to come. He ventured into the direction where Darth Ira was calling.

He still wore the pieces of his shattered armor. It had no power in it and it was nothing more than a pile of junk. There was no reason for anyone to wear it, but for Harbinger there was. It was a symbol of his rebirth. The blast he endured at the hands of the railgun allowed him to be baptized in his own blood. It was a rebirthing of sorts. It was the death of Cazador and the birth of Darth Harbinger. Of course he planned to alter the suit eventually to meet his new needs, but for now it would suffice.

As he made his way up the hill he could see two figures. The first was his master and the other was what he could only assume was another apprentice. As Harbinger finally reached them, he lowered himself to one knee and bowed to Darth Ira.

"I have come... my master."

[Ira]

Ira nodded to Roseus as she was the first to approach.

"Indeed I did, Roseus. I wish to create a place for us." Her usual smile twisted into place as her second apprentice approached. "We have two options. I shall let you two decide, for in the end, the both have the same end results.

These people here can be used. They can be the one to build our grand home, a place for learning and a place to live. A place any Sith can call home. And in thanks for their services, we grant them liberation, freedom from that hell, and a chance to serve us by using their pain to forever empower ourselves with the Dark Side. Or, we can destroy them all now, and build our home ourselves. Either way, they must die to not only be freed from their lives which they are chained to, and to allow us to have a place to be more in tuned with the Dark Side.

The choice, I will leave to you all. Explain your reasonings. And if I feel you're straying from the path of the Sith, then I shall correct you."

[Ayen]

"I have come... my master."

Roseus looked over to Darth Harbinger as he joined them on the hilltop. A small smirk curved her lips as she found him to be pleasing to the eyes and didn't care all too much if he noticed her staring. June would have. June would have been bashful and quickly turn away to make sure she wasn't caught. But Roseus couldn't care less and why should she? If she really wanted him she was confident she could take him and he would be hers. So Roseus allowed herself to be completely transparent.

"Indeed I did, Roseus. I wish to create a place for us. We have two options. I shall let you two decide, for in the end, the both have the same end results."

Roseus attention immediately went back to her master's as she spoke. Paying attention to every word whilst her own excitement for the task at hand grew.

"These people here can be used. They can be the one to build our grand home, a place for learning and a place to live. A place any Sith can call home. And in thanks for their services, we grant them liberation, freedom from that hell, and a chance to serve us by using their pain to forever empower ourselves with the Dark Side. Or, we can destroy them all now, and build our home ourselves. Either way, they must die to not only be freed from their lives which they are chained to, and to allow us to have a place to be more in tuned with the Dark Side. The choice, I will leave to you all. Explain your reasonings. And if I feel you're straying from the path of the Sith, then I shall correct you."

“Kill them. They'll never agree to give up their home without a fight. They'd sooner die than surrender it to us. Crush them now so they can't become a nuisance in the future.”

[Cazador]

Harbinger noticed that Darth Roseus was staring directly at him. She made no attempt to hide the lust in her eyes. Little did she know, that his heart and body already belonged to another. Even if the woman he loved was dead, he could not forget her. He needed to power of the dark side to bring back his family. He would stop it at nothing to achieve it. The only thing Roseus had managed to do was reveal a weakness to be exploited. Harbinger would have to remember that look should he need to use her in the future.

Darth Harbinger listened closely to his master's words. Building the Sith Temple wasn't just an obvious need for their growing order, but also a test for Ira's two apprentices. Once the options were layed out, Harbinger looked past the two choices of letting the villagers live or die. In fact he had something else entirely planned for the poor inhabitants. Harbinger rose from his kneeled position and began to speak his plan to his master.

"We should pick both options. We kill of the weakest of the villagers and let the strongest attempt their revenge on us. We don't kill them, but break their spirits and body. While they are broken, we force them to build us our temple. From there they can be trained in the dark side of the force. They can use their hatred and desire to kill us to fuel their training. It will give them a false sense of hope thinking that one day they can surpass us. This will give us a small army."

Harbinger was speaking from some experience himself. As a child he watched his village burn to the ground with many other people. That pain stayed with him for the rest of his life turning him into the warrior he was. The burning fury from the tragedies in his life only made him stronger. Now with the power of the dark side in his grasp he would be able to immerse himself in his agony to grow even stronger than ever before.

[Ira]

"No. To pick both is foolish. And our desires cannot be realized if we do not kill them all quickly enough," Darth Ira explained softly. "So then death it is to them. We will build our Temple ourselves." She paused for a moment as she stared down towards the village before a smile twisted into place once more.

"It's time to feast, my darlings. Collect everyone from the village by any means. Mass execution is the best way to do this. Nobody escapes this village. If this is their home, we might as well make them a permanent resident." Ira rose to her feet and started down the hill slowly, waving for her apprentices to follow.


((OoC; I am so sorry about the disappearance guys. I really am.))

[Cazador]

So they would all have to die. Building an army would have to wait for another day. Someday there would be one, but the time for slaughter was at hand. There was still a part of Harbinger that hated the pointless killings, but he would have to bask in the pain of his sorrow. Their deaths would grant him a deeper connection to the dark side. Every body would bring him one step closer to achieving the power he so desired. He swore to himself that he would bring back every single soul that he had killed, but the question would remain whether or not he would lose his overall goal and just become another monster along the way. To those that knew him, Harbinger was just a twisted reflection of what Cazador once was.

"Then they will all die."

Darth Harbinger followed his master's orders and moved down the hill along with her.

[Ira]

Her pace was surprisingly a slow one. She was in no rush at all despite the hunger which plagued her once again. Ira walked, perfect posture even as she walked down the slope of the hill, an air of confidence was about the woman as she walked.

The sun shone brightly down onto the village, bathing it in the light of the early afternoon. It was in this light though the Sith Lord was easy to see as she approached the boundaries of the village and even dared to cross those boundaries. Those there, who were out of their homes at the time, turned their gaze upon the woman as she passed them. A foreboding feeling lingered in the air as she approached. The reason for such a feeling was unseen to those who were untrained to see through the Force.

Her chilling aura spread out, it rose from the ground to gently caress those who were near her. The aura felt the warmth coming from them, stealing just the faintest of hints of warmth from them as it touched them so very gently. When it settled back to the ground, grass and other plants it touched slowly drooped upon her chilling touch, life seemingly drawn from them. Finally though, one of the people found the ability to address the alien who had welcomed herself into the middle of their village.

“Hi there. Can we help ya out any? Well, you and your friends. Ya’ll just passin’ through?”

Darth Ira shook her head and proceeded to look about. Her yellow-orange eyes dancing from curious person to the next before focusing back on the man who now came to stand before her with his hands in his pockets. ”No. We aren’t just passing through exactly. We’re looking for a place to stay though,” the togruta explained, a smile twisting into place across her black lips. ”A quiet little place, to get away from the big places around here.”

“Sure found a decent enough place for that. We don’ usually deal with things happenin’ with Isafaro or Kari here. Quiet. We just stick to ourselves. Ain’ cause no trouble with nobody.”

”I don’t know. Might be too many people here...” Darth Ira’s aura stroked the man’s chin before working its way up his cheek and around his head. A chill passed over him though he hardly noticed. He most certainly failed to realize her invasion as he began to give the information she needed rather willingly.

“There is a couple of hundred people here.” His gaze seemed to become distant, his voice changed...Something clearly off. Two hundred though. It left Ira to wonder for a moment as she looked about once more. Her attention focused on the buildings in particular this time. Several of them were a couple of floors. But there were enough buildings she supposed. Enough farming going on to sustain food as well as being close to the ocean. Two hundred would probably be the maximum this place could sustain without getting any bigger or without branching out further for help with shipments as well as other things.

”How many of them are in the fields? How many are out farming now?”

“Fifty to seventy.”

Ira turned to look towards her apprentices. Their task was was laid before them.

’Take care of the farmers and their workers. Destroy their homes. I will handle the buildings here. I expect you to return to here when you are done to assist me. Work together if you need to.

Open your senses and minds, let your hunger direct you to them. Feel for them in the Force. Feed upon them, liberate them from the lives they live. Execution must be swift. There will be no survivors.’

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Her smile remained in place as she turned and thanked the man for his help. However, she dragged out her thanks as her aura pressed down onto the man. Color slowly drained away from his skin as she used his very energy to feed herself, draining it away from him and allowing her aura to expand further. Wisps of her aura lingered around his head still though, pressure being applied while she spoke.

”Well... that’s good to hear.” She paused briefly watching his eyes widen slightly. He finally felt it. She flashed her teeth as she applied pressure holding up his jaw and pressing down on the top of his head to prevent him from speaking. Teeth began to grind and threaten to break under the pressure. She continued speaking finally. ”You know, maybe we’ll look around a little bit.... Get to know the people here.” Ira was done with toying with him. Her grip around his neck tightened quickly. ”See what kind of place we can set up for ourselves here. Thank you for your help. But that’s about all I’ll need from you.”

His body fell to the ground when she released him from her grip. His neck had been broken, snapped in several places, only held up while she spoke by her own will. The hunt was to begin.

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[Cazador]

Though his armor may of been damaged and without power, there were still many things he could do to cause chaos and harm to the farmers. He could manually pull his adamantium blades from his armored forearms to slice them apart. His firearms and grenades would still be useful as well. Even if he was training to become a Sith, he would never be willing to put down his firearms. Instead he would find a way to integrate his new training into a style that would allow him the use of firearms and the force. As he listened to the directions of his master, he would mentally prep himself for the bloodbath.

"There will be no survivors."

He looked at his competition Roseus for a moment and narrowed his eyes. He was going to let her get more kills than him. Killing each of the farmers was going to be a test in itself. He needed to further rip himself away from humanity and also show he was a more effective killer than his fellow apprentice. He dashed off quickly to find the first of his prey leaving Roseus behind in the dust and his master to slaughter those in the buildings.

[Ayen]

Roseus only watched as Harbinger ran off on his own, going across the other side of the farm herself and igniting her saber. Brown eyes looking along the red light that glowed brightly and listening to the sound coming from it while moving forward. Finding one family up ahead which was just a man with a shotgun and two daughters behind him. Roseus charged at the man, slicing through the barrel of the shotgun with her saber and kicking the man down to the ground. She raised up her saber and was about to bring it down on the man until...

“Stop! Please!”

Her eyes went up to his eldest daughter. Red hair, green eyes, pale skin. Her mind flashing to Tori before returning to normal. She shook it off and raised her saber up again to strike the man down but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried to bring the saber down to end his life she couldn't do it. Killing wasn't in her nature, no matter how angry she was. She just couldn't take a life. June took a step back and turned her saber off.

“Go.”

The man looked on confused and did not trust the woman who now screamed at him,

“Go!”

The man got up, took his daughters and fled the village. Roseus forced herself to conceal her emotions as she became conflicted on what to do next. Even if she wanted to stop the others, one was familiar with combat before they picked up a light saber and the other was a Sith Lord. She didn't stand a chance against either. But could she live with herself if she just stood by and nothing? She didn't know what to do. For the first time in her life she didn't know what to do.