“One of the guards caught Bane’s
spying eye and started to move into an incept course as he grew closer to Kaan.
It was Captain Tiris of the Black Guard. His reputation preceded him. All who
had challenged for the title of Master Guard failed. He was impressive to look
upon. Out-fitted in robust studded chest armor, the protective coverings were
of ancient sith dressings, with a black sun in the lower chest area signifying
the Army of Darkness. The texture of the material was similar to that of a
tanned hide of a beast, but much thicker, yet still somewhat flexible.
The armor could not
withstand a constant saber assault, although it could effectively stop metal
blades, common hand held blasters and what ever flack one may encounter on the
battlefield. A dark layered leather cloak finished off the ensemble giving the
guard a dark and menacing posture, masking his great physical power within a
dark shadowy figure.
Bane broke his stare at
Tiris and looked upon Kaan while more disciples gathered around him, a mere
fraction of what there once was just months ago. Bans eye’s drifted back to
Siris. There he found Siris giving him a devilish smirk and a slight nod of his
head. Looking sharply back to his right Bane was somewhat surprised to see
Tiris within an arms reach away. Tiris’ stealthy move was impressive, covering
more than forty meters in a fleeting moment of time. Bane was beginning to feel
this was not for a mission but of a sentence, a death sentence.
Had Kaan sensed his
thoughts, discovered his betrayal? The dark side of the force had become
clouded. He could no longer peer into the future where he once could. It was
now difficult just seeking and understanding events of hours, mere minutes. If
Kaan discovered that he had become blind he might as well be dead.
Nearing Kaan, Bane
contemplated that if he had been a gambling man, he might have a better chance
of staying alive if he was above, amongst the Jedi.
Lord Kaan is a towering
figure, cloaked in black his face barely visible within the cloaks hood. Kaan
came to power like all previous dark lords throughout the ages. The killing of
the master, that is the Sith way. The right of ascension, the honor the
privilege of absorbing and mastering your master’s teachings. To one day
overcome, to overtake your master and become the master. This assured that the
Sith race would always be ruled by the strongest and darkest force users.
Lord Kaan delved into the
ancient Black Arts. An alchemist of spells, potions, and dark magic that is his
gift, his mastery. Bane had always thought Kaan’s rise to power was in cowardly
fashion. Not one of physical combat not one of skill and mastery of an elegant
weapon not one of honor, but one of poison. Kaan had reduced his once great
master to a black self-propelled seething slime, destined to forever eat
microbes off the floor of a forgotten world. That is the nature of Kaan’s
power. The power everyone fears. That is how Kaan commands his minions.”
Excerpt from
Resurrection
Rick J. Johnson
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