The Call of Battle sounds like a single trumpet, cutting thru the cool midsummers eve. The Call is that of your Dark Power, that of the Force…. You can sense in the Force a disturbance, small, as if someone is attempting to hide it. You at first dismissed it as a flaw in the Force…but now suspicion has aroused your curiosity, and you have ventured to discover the means by which this beacon of Force exists unconquered by the Dark Side. As you slowly traverse the terrain on foot, you hear muffled voices in the distance. With a growing hunger for battle, you draw your lightsaber, its onyx-colored blade calls to you for blood. As you near a clearing, you discover that a group of Rebels has somehow made it past the planetary sensors. You remain calm, yet your heart beats faster, yearning for battle. From this distance, you can make out 6 rebel commandos, 2 whom you assume are technicians, a rebel officer, and another, yet mysteriously shrouded figure. You focus all your Anger through the Force, passing by the cloud of deception, and realize the figure is that of a Jedi Knight. You barely contain the Rage that yearns inside you…. To hurl a Dark Blow into the minds of the rebel infiltrators, which renders the rebels paralyzed and at your will. Calling upon the power of Speed, you rush towards the Jedi scum with your blade drawn. A guttural war cry escapes your lips as you near closer to him. With a look of Terror on his face, the Jedi is barely able to bring his lightsaber up in time to prevent yours from cleaving through his weak body. You bring down your saber with control that only the Dark Side could offer. The Jedi stumbles under your blow and slashes wildly at you. You parry his attempt and summon the Dark Power which looms over all like a foreboding cloud. With your rage and hatred at its peak, you unleash Dark Lightening into the pitiful excuse for a Jedi. His body shudders violently with the pain coursing through his veins like wildfire. His cries resemble those of a wounded mynock, begging for mercy. Your hatred is increased tenfold. Mercy! Mercy is for the Weak! With that last thought running through you, you bring your saber down in a powerful blow…..ending the life of another weak Jedi Knight…..With growing disgust, you signal the base on your comlink and inform them of what has happened. You feel contempt for such weak Jedi, weak in body, and weak in mind. As the hum of speeder bikes increases, a shuttle touches down in the clearing. A platoon of Hammer’s Fist troopers pour out to haul the remaining rebel scum into the shuttle. They make great effort to keep their distance from you, as even though you all fight for one cause, they still Fear the power of Darkness………and rightly so do they Fear it

App. Sithspawn