Kiekrys Damgla - Benign Hatred

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Name: Kiekrys Damgla
Planet of Origin: Tatooine
Date of Birth: <::ERROR. PARTITION CORRUPT::>.
Force Sensitive: Y
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Lord Revan's Sith Empire.
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Kiekrys: You need a summary of my life up to this point?
Unknown: If you would deign to give it. Having more information on our acolytes...
Kiekrys: Is useful, yes? Just in case one of us turns out to be a plant.
Unknown: Very good, Acolyte. Yes, that is the simple fact of it. There's more, but.
Kiekrys: As you say. You'll have no qualms from me. I suppose, then...
Kiekrys: I'll start at the beginning. I grew up in a family of moisture farmers.
Kiekrys: It wasn't anything special - obviously. We were simple folk.
Kiekrys: I mean, they probably still are. I've not checked in on my parents in...
Kiekrys: A while. My childhood was rather uneventful. Besides 1 or 2 Jawa trades.
Kiekrys: *A sigh.* I used to fix droids up for them to sell, for extra credits.
Kiekrys: That's how I learned Droidspeak. ...And Jawa Trade.
Kiekrys: I knew that I couldn't stay on the farm my whole life, though. I mean.
Kiekrys: There was a whole galaxy out there, and I was expected to stay put and...
Kiekrys: Farm water. Until I died. No chance.
Unknown: You can skip ahead Acolyte. Where did you discover your Force Sensitivity?
Kiekrys: I didn't come to know it as such until I came to Viscara, in truth.
Kiekrys: I just thought I was lucky. Like - I'd make an impossible shot.
Kiekrys: Or call near-impossible odds with chance cubes.
Kiekrys: Or survive fatal falls... Or... You know. Any amount of things.
Kiekrys: I'd take real simple jobs, before coming to Viscara.
Kiekrys: You could say I was an apprentice bounty hunter.
Kiekrys: Never did actually get any bounties for any sentients, but... Still.
Unknown: How about after you came to Planet Viscara?
Kiekrys: Well... Then, everything changed. Absolutely everything.
Kiekrys: Under the Jedi's guidance, The only option I'd thought available
Kiekrys: I was taught about the Force. What it is. How to... Appreciate it.
Kiekrys: I think, even back then, I knew that it wasn't what I wanted.
Kiekrys: That these views were limited. That they were lying.
Kiekrys: That there was something they weren't telling me.
Kiekrys: Maybe it was out of fear?
Kiekrys: They always tell me how promising I was. 
Kiekrys: How, if I'd stayed with them, I would have made a powerful Jedi.
Kiekrys: Maybe they told me this because they did not want a powerful enemy.
Kiekrys: In any case. I trained under the Jedi for a time. As an Initiate.
Kiekrys: Things get... Hazy, after here. My mind knew that it wasn't right.
Kiekrys: That the life they wanted me to live was stifling.
Kiekrys: That my freedom was being restricted.
Kiekrys: I think that's when my hate started to brew.
Kiekrys: When all the resentment for how they crushed individuality came.
Kiekrys: I couldn't recognize it back then.
Kiekrys: I thought that it was my connection to The Force waning.
Kiekrys: So I went off-world, for... A long time. To meditate in the wilds.
Kiekrys: When I came back, I had made up my mind.
Kiekrys: The order wasn't for me.
Kiekrys: Soon after, I met Sohma. She spoke of the ways of the Sith.
Kiekrys: She spoke things that the Force had been telling me all along.
Kiekrys: That the Jedi were liars. Tyrants, at that.
Kiekrys: Devils with smiles and promises of goodwill.
Kiekrys: I now know that the strongest power is not the Force.
Kiekrys: It is not the Jedi. It is not the Sith.
Kiekrys: It is Individuality. The freedom to choose and do as you please.
Kiekrys: And I choose to become strong enough that I can make others lose that.
Kiekrys: On my whim.
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Agony and Sorrow


There was little movement in the darkened interior of the VX-9 Mailoc that Kiekrys (who was named now Apprentice to the Sith Lord Morel) called home.

She had been considering the small blue crystal that was extracted from that Jedi Knight’s saber for some hours, turning over the multifaceted surface of the rock over and over in her fingers. Perhaps glaring at it enough would simply be the ‘meditation’ required to unlock its secrets. She pondered, also, on why she could not merely use it in its current state - after all, those who suspected her would certainly do so less if she ran around with a blue saber, rather than a red one. Then again, they’d likely question how she got it - and try and take it back, too.

So that wouldn’t do. Perhaps the time for deception was over. Maybe a grand announcement of her newfound power should be made, and she could-.

Stop.

Her mind was wandering again, and she found her brow furrowing deeply at her inability to concentrate, especially when concentrating was precisely what needed to be done in this moment.

So, she turned the Kyber crystal over again, and once more, then grasped it tightly in her hand. Squeezing her eyes shut, the young Sith focused on locating the crystal, first. Of course, she knew it was in her hand, but clasped through her fingers, and with her eyes tightly clamped, she couldn’t see it. At least, not with her eyes.

Seeking forth, she sought to locate the crystal itself. It’s aura - belonging to a Jedi Knight before her, the thing practically radiated with the Force. In the dim, utilitarian grey steel hull of the ship that she tentatively had called the Night Chimera (owing to both the black coat of paint and the fact that it had been re-built thrice with different parts already), it was practically the only thing, other than her, that even had a presence. She’d left Viscara entirely, and had her ship drifting only on emergency power to facilitate this meditation.

It wasn’t really helping. Of course, she could feel it, she could sense it, but what else was she meant to do?

She was beginning to get frustrated. Not anger - no, because that’d actually be useful - just slight annoyance at her own failure.


“No, not failure,” she thought. “Just a hurdle.”

Failure, as she’d said before, wasn’t something that she was familiar with, and in such an important step on her journey to total personal freedom, she was not going to allow it to seep in.

For now, the crystal had to be placed back in the black-cloth wrapping she’d brought it here in, and placed in her pocket. If she could not drum up the focus herself, then she would have to create it herself. Besides - Sitting around and waiting for things to happen was the Jedi way, and she was long past that by now.


The urbanized, vile sprawl of Nar Shaddaa was visible even from the low orbit that the Night Chimera was resting within. Indeed, even though places like Tatooine or Viscara were certainly not nice, this was a thousand times worse. Filled with the scum of the galaxy.

Perfect ground to temper her fury, then. Nobody that disappeared here was going to be missed.

Coming in to land at an ancient, downtrodden port somewhere on the moon, Kiekrys left the safety of her ship up to the scrappy little droid that usually dwelled within, 3C-8D, affectionately nicknamed ‘Aidey’, though only ever out of earshot of her peers.

Sweeping through into the dark underbelly of the city-moon, Kiekrys ventured, enwrapped in a dark cloak to conceal both her foils and her identity. Usually, when people come here, they do their business and swiftly leave, hoping to avoid trouble. This time, she was actively searching for it.

Not long, then, until she came across said trouble. Or, rather, an easy way to cause it.

The bleak, rusted under-tunnel of the bottom level of an apartment complex was filled with the downtrodden of the galaxy. Either criminals hiding out, or those just barely scraping out an existence. “Pathetic.”, she thought. They had not the will nor the wish to do more for themselves. Were they even really alive? Perhaps not, because a life like this is no life at all.

Then, she found her trouble. A group of armed thugs, banging on the steel of an apartment door. Three humans and a Rodian, equipped in what looked like third-hand armor and sixth-hand blasters. She noted that the Rodian’s weapon didn’t look like it could fire at all - indeed, he was holding it more akin to a club than a blaster.

"Open up, Jex. We know you’re in there." yelled the tallest human, with the shiniest armour (though, that wasn’t saying much.). No sound came from the apartment complex, and Kiekrys watched silently. She’d not been noticed much, hanging back against a curved wall as she was.

"We’ve given you plenty time, you kriffing son of a bantha! Three weeks now, and not a single credit!" More sounds of fist against metal. The main speaker was getting agitated - his cohorts, meanwhile, just looked bored.

Their apparent leader - or perhaps just representative - tried the handle on the door. Nothing. He gave a frustrated yell, and finally seemed to notice Kiekrys.

"What do you think you’re looking at, scum?" he asked her, immediately waltzing up and getting close.

‘Far too close’, she thought, as her eyes wandered up to him. He was a good foot and a half taller than her - A true giant of a man.

He’d been scowling down at her, and when she gave no immediate answer, he grunted. "Hey, you deaf? I’m talking to you, laserbrain. What’re you doin’ standing there like a cr-"

He’d only gotten halfway through his second sentence when he felt a sharp, sudden pain in his gut, alongside the fizzling noise of an igniting lightfoil training blade, the glowing-red end of it poking out through his back, directly through his stomach. His eyes were wide and alight with surprise and terror.

The insults weren’t what was getting to Kiekrys. After all, it was hardly the worst she’d been called, and she was snooping. What had really gotten under her skin was the commanding tone he’d used with her. As if anyone in the galaxy had a right to order her to do anything - at least, without the strength to back up those orders.

The blade was still in his stomach, and blood was oozing. The foil wasn’t as acute a weapon as a real saber, and it wasn’t so good at immediately cauterizing. She twisted it, and his knees gave out.

As he slumped down to the ground, her gaze was brought up to the remaining three gangers. The two with actual weapons had raised them towards her, while the Rodian with the club-blaster was halfway toward her already. Bringing the foil up in a defensive stance, she’d managed to deflect the first shot, and the second went wide - Maybe due to fear, or perhaps simply due to shoddy equipment.

The Rodian reached Kiekrys, swinging the battered rifle overhead at her, with a furious, yelling warning of “Ma Klounkee!”.
He barely managed to reach her before the second foil had ignited, and left itself buried in his chest. He fell to the side, and she let the green-glowing blade fall with him. That left two. With all her anger focused at them daring to stand their ground, she lunged at one of the gunmen, the blade seeking his arm. It sliced through, like a hot knife through butter, leaving the human screaming and disarmed - literally and figuratively, as the blaster toppled to the floor.

This left Kiekrys in prime position for a point-blank shot by the other gunman, but as he went to pull the trigger, he found his blaster crumpling in his hand, immense pressure in the Force turning the weapon into a balled-up pile of scrap. Then, a gently static twinge on his tongue, and a last yelp of fear as lightning coursed from the Sith Apprentice’s fingers into the scum’s body, wracking him with thousands of volts of electricity. By the time she was done, the poor sod was practically unidentifiable, and the acrid scent of burnt meat was heavy in the air.

She turned back to the armless thug. An expression of terror was abound in his features as he held onto his stump arm as if his life depended on it.

Of course, it didn’t. His life was practically already over, but Kiekrys saw an opportunity to hone a skill she had been practicing. On this weakened fool of a criminal, she saw an ideal test subject.

So, there, with the whimpering fool leaning against the wall, rapidly paling from bloodloss, she extended a hand. Curling it through the air to feel at the Force around him, she focused it. It pressed, then pulled, an intense crushing weight that shut off his airways. True fear overtook him, and she stared him straight in the eyes, as she lifted him up slumped halfway in the air as he choked. Their eyes met, completely. His, blue-grey, clouding, and hers, a deep orange with a firey red core, hateful and angry, without remorse.

His hand let go of the stump, and he clawed, desperately, towards her. No use, though. Nobody was coming, and there was little he could do. She held him there for what felt like an age, until there was an eventual crunch.

She let the body slump to the floor, satisfied with her training. Though the door did interest her. Extending a hand, she sent a wave of blasting energy to knock it open.

"Ah.", she said, at the scene before her. That was why he hadn’t been making those payments.

She left the apartment with haste, not bothering to clean up after herself. She returned to the Mailoc, leaving five dead bodies for someone else to find. “Didn’t kill the fifth, at least.” she thought to herself.
As if it mattered.


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Returning to her quarters aboard the Night Chimera, in orbit of Tatooine, Kiekrys was once again on the floor, Kyber crystal in hand. She’d had to remind herself of the emotion she was trying to pour into this little rock. What good is meditating for hours on end when you lose track of just what you’re meditating for?

It was working, now. She felt the will of the Force that suffused the Kyber breaking.

"Bow.", she said, under her breath. "You are mine, now. A tool of freedom. Of power."

Emboldened by her progress, her meditation over the rock continued. With the Kyber floating in the air before her, turning and drifting, she poured her thoughts of the Dark Side within it.

All of her fear, the fear that she had felt in the presence of the Lords that could kill her, the fear that she had felt in the attempts on her life by the Jedi. With this, the blue of the stone had begun to change. After a day of this meditation, it had tinted with a gentle magenta.

The next day, she taught the crystal of her hatred. All the hate and rage that she held for Sohma, who had taken the position that she had desired. For Vilnia, whose incessant pestering had nearly driven her to kill. For the Jedi as a whole, who had lied to and scorned her. The tint increased further, the purples mixing in with a dark yellow twinge.

The third, on her final night of meditation, she faltered, slightly. She kept her anger, flowing and furious, but it seemed to do little. Of course, she’d taught it that already. It had been on her person when she killed those thugs on Nar Shadda. So then, what else…?

She thought, for a time, and she settled. Kiekrys would turn to a nearly untapped well of emotion to break what remained of this Crystal.

She thought, and meditated, and reiterated, on her sorrow. On her regret that the Jedi order had not been all, she’d wished for. On her deep, intense sadness at her constant lies toward those she truly cared about - To Markus, to Callista, Mart, Qyli, Ira’dana, all the rest. Her grief on the thought that, eventually, if her wishes were to be made manifest, she would have to kill them. Her friends.

This, took it, and her, over the edge. By the end of this period, the Sith Apprentice’s face was red, her cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes were puffy.

And the Kyber glowed a deep, dark crimson, turning in the air.

Kiekrys sniffed. She wiped her face. "Get a hold of yourself.", she said, aloud. "There’s work to do."

She grabbed the crystal from where she had it floating, stuffing it back into the cloth, and moved to the cockpit. This victory over this Jedi’s crystal was the first in what was sure to be many.

Any sacrifice was worth it for freedom. Anyone in her way must adapt or die. It’s only natural.
…At least, that’s what she told herself.

The Night Chimera made its way back to Viscara, touching down eventually in an open port in the Wildlands. And she informed her Lords of the development.

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Mounting Regrets


Such a bright, stark difference in colours, in feeling, from the Night Chimera’s interior, was this Jedi Refuge on the bright, sunny shores of Mon Cala. Just outside was a sea of beautiful blue, with golden, delicate sand, nothing but peaceful waves and soft breeze between the building in which she was held and her ship, now left cold and abandoned in some quiet Republic bay.

Kiekrys had thought to throw all of this away. That those who owned such peaceful luxuries had obtained it by lying to reach their positions. No, worse than that. That they had lied to her to get here. That all that was promised was false, and only through passion could one attain the strength needed to find true freedom.

…Was true freedom worth all the suffering caused to others? Was it worth abandoning compassion? Giving away hope and friendship, trust and love, all for power. And power for… What, exactly? Power’s sake?

It was not, she had decided. She had set out to help others, not to harm them. And in the throes of passion and emotion, she had set aflame all she was trying to build. No more. There is no emotion, there is peace.

Kiekrys sat in the meditation hall, after completing the shii-cho meditation, how Corbin had shown her to perform.

…Corbin. The name struck hatred into a part of her heart, still. Someone like that she could never abide the existence of. Someone so full of hate for her, who clearly meant her ill. Someone that should, rightfully, be her, as Callista’s Padawan.

But no. For once, she broke through the irrational, emotion-fueled thought lines. She must think. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. Corbin would not go through all this effort just to bring her harm. And Callista certainly wouldn’t abide it. Had she been so blind to the pain she was causing? Even past the ones she had directly harmed, the thought of those she cared about being only able to watch her spiral downward… It broke her heart to think about it.

Even still, she forced that pain to subside. ‘Yes, now, it hurts.’, she thought, *‘But to give in to that emotion will only lead to more hurt.’. She set the pain aside, just as she had done her fear of the Jedi meaning her great harm. There is no passion, there is serenity.

Such a peaceful place, this refuge was. Perfect, even, for what she needed to do. Once the meditation-training was complete, she sat, cross-legged on the mat, and dug in her bags for that black-cloth clad stone.

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When it was revealed, a deep onset of dread flooded into her. The crimson-red stone, bled from all of her angst, lay before her. She thought that she heard it whispering, tempting her to throw herself back upon the Dark Side. To return to the Sith’s waiting embrace, and do as Lord Morel had instructed. To craft herself a Lightsaber, so that her power would be unrivaled, and she could bring about true-.

She closed the wrapping on the crystal. The unbound, whirling thoughts in her mind ceased. There is no chaos, there is harmony. Callista had instructed her to attempt to purify the stone, but it was no easy task. Indeed, it had barely been days past since she had bled it in the first place, and much of these emotions still lingered within.

But… She had to try. For the Jedi she had killed. It had been his, and she wanted it to be so again, hoping that they could at least be reunited in the grave. His blood was on her hands, and perhaps this small act could help to atone, in a minuscule way, for all of her actions.

Though… Was he really gone? She pondered upon the stone, for a while, and its connection to the Force. Covered as it was, she could still feel it, of course, it radiated power like an unwashed bantha radiates stink. But perhaps there was a shard of doubt inside the stone, like Corbin had found within her, and pulled on so greatly. If the Force surrounds and binds all living things, as there is no death, there is only The Force, and it surrounds this stone so completely, then surely…?

She reached out with the Force. Grasping, searching, seeking. There had to be something remaining. All her heart had been poured into it, and her heart had held doubt, so maybe, if she kept searching, she could find it.

…Not alone. Her seeking came to a halt, suddenly. She would never find it alone. How could she? She never found it within herself alone, so she certainly couldn’t now. So who could she ask for help with all of th-…

… Corbin.

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A New Mourning


The Jedi Refuge had slowly become Kiekry’s home away from - Well. There wasn’t really any other home, anymore, so she supposed it was merely ‘home’. With the strange family that was this sector’s Jedi as the family.

Yes, ‘the’ family, she thought. Despite taking the oath again, and being truly inducted once again into the Jedi Order, Kiki still felt herself some kind of outsider - someone who was really only looking in on a group that’d expanded and moved on in her absence.

Of course, she had nobody to blame but herself. As much as it would ease her mind to pin her fall on Sohma, or Vilnia, or the persuasive tongue of the Lords, it was all due to her own lack of morality and lust for power that had orchestrated her downfall.

Still, in the days since taking the oath again, she had endeavored to remain upbeat. How could she not? Freed from the need to act haughty, imperial, and rigid, she was finally able to relax and be herself again.

Though, perhaps ‘relax’ was a poor choice of words. When anywhere but the refuge, she had to constantly be wary. Before, her enemies had been the Jedi - Staunch, open-faced defenders of justice and keepers of the peace. Now, her foes were the Sith. Conniving, backstabbing, sneaky agents of change. Anyone could be working for them, and it’d be impossible - or nearly impossible - to know, until it was too late.

There was also the issue of her old comrades, too. Especially the ones that she had inducted herself. Bel’wezu, of note, was constantly on her mind. She had to find him - And fast. And soon, before he fell too far into the Dark, and did something difficult to come back from.

…Like killing a Knight and his Padawan.

Kiekrys placed the Red Kyber, wrapped in its black cloth, on the shelf again. She’d stopped pushing against it on Sandra’s advice, instead simply teaching it all that she had learned every day, each night. It was slower, of course, but things like this have to be. The road to the Dark Side is quick, and painful, and instantly gratifying, and the road to redemption is long, arduous, requires sacrifice, but will eventually grant relief from the pain of the past.

So, she had to teach it like this, for now. Even touching the thing instilled her with a great mourning loss, like the very stone resonated in her mind.

Perhaps it did. And this was so much harder alone, now that she had opted to do it without Corbin’s help. But it had to be done alone. She had fallen of her own volition, after all, and now she was going to show the stone her conviction and convince it to rise out of the dark on her own volition, as well.

And so, the meditation continued, deep into the night…

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