Utobuk mulled over this for a second. True, he was a little reluctant to leave his ship behind, especially since it was so similar to his Stealth X, which had been blown up with the rest of the Sith temple.

But, Semmarv was higher ranking and more experienced, and knew what he was talking about. Reluctantly, Utobuk agreed to leave his starfighter behind.

Semmarv motioned to the guard, and he brought in the wookiee's lightsaber, who gratefully clipped it to his leathery belt. Now feeling more secure with his weapon, Utobuk was about to ask when they were leaving, when an explosion from somewhere outside rocked the hidden temple.

Sirens went off, and an emotionless voice came over the loud speakers, saying,"Hostile forces from above the ice are pummeling the frozen lake with their turbo lasers, trying to break through to us. Estimated time till break through: twenty minutes."

Name:Saben Ventes
Race:human
Appearance:Brown hair,Wears black robes,Piercing brown eyes. skullish face
Profession:Sith apprentice
Age:16
Personality:feels uncomfortable around jedi ,Loves fighting,building and modifying his lightsaber, is not really evil, not emotional

How he sees himself: one of the most talented with the lightsaber.

Best qualities:combat,force
Worst qualities:flying, dealing with people that can't defend theirselves

Weopons:Two lightsabers(dual-wields)
Ship:hates it but needs it-Sith fighter

Sitting in his small room, Utobuk glanced out the viewport at the hangar. Probably the last time he would see it.

The sudden attack had taken them all by surprise. But the temple's well-placed defense had destroyed them.

Now, Utobuk was on a new journey, one that could take him anywhere in the galaxy.

With a shudder, the ship slowly rose up on its repulsor jets, and flew out of the hangar.

(Am I accpted yet?)

It was right after your post, but apparently you missed it.

Thats alright though, as half of what I was Really asking was how determined you were to get in. (about half of the people at the start of this RP dropped out, so I felt a test was necessary.) Fortunately you seem interested enough to stay. And while a little more character background would be nice, I won't make you give it to us.

Yes you are accepted.

Saben came out of his room at the sith temple after modicating his twin lightsabers. "Why do I have to go talk to Semmarv. I really want to try this new techniqe I created." Saben walked into the hangar.Where could he be?

Utobuk sat cross legged on the floor of his cabin, droid leg propped against the door, deep in concentration. The ship had gone into Hyperspace some time ago. and Utobuk had just gone off duty.

He needed this meditation, for two reasons. One, his mind had been stormed by random snippets of distracting thoughts, and he needed it clear and sharp. Two, he had been mulling over an idea that had manifested inside his mind, a force technique that would prove extremely useful.

Imagining the stump of his leg, Utobuk drew upon the force, feeding his anger and anxiousness into it to strengthen his power. Then, he focused it around the very tip of his missing leg, and bent the force around where a limb should've been like a cloak.

Utobuk took a deep breath. This was the hard part. Closing his mind to all distractions, Utobuk began to imagine the force cloak thickening, taking shape, and gaining mass. He began to shape it with his mind, curving it until it looked like a leg.

The wookiee cracked open one eye, and focused on his leg. Protruding from it was a dark object that slightly resembled a leg and a foot. It wavered and swirled around like deep shadows.

Utobuk gingerly got to his feet. The shadow leg supported him like a leg should. He began to take a step forward, but the ship shook, and The Wookiee lost his concentration. The leg disappeared, and Utobuk tumbled to the floor.

For a second, he could only lay there. Then, slowly, he raised himself up into a sitting position. Utobuk bared his teeth in pride. He had done it! He had succesfully developed a force technique, one that could be dead useful.

The Wookiee stared at his clawed hands. He could just imagine those claws, lengthening and sharpening like swords made of shadow. And Utobuk was also sure that with a bit more work, he could use this to camouflage himself.

What to call it..., he thought gingerly. Force Mass didn't sound dark enough. Force Shadow was misleading. Maybe.... Force Morph? Or something like that....

Shaking his head, Utobuk called his leg to him, attached it, and got to his feet, and walked out the door, going to see if he could find Semmarv and show him this new power.

((Hello guys...

First off I want to apologize for rudely disappearing with no notice; I should have talked about how there was stuff going on IRL for me that was keeping me super-busy. Still, that's not a great enough excuse for completely ditching you guys and forgetting about the Roleplay.

However as of this week I am officially done with:

-School Play
-German Language Camp
-Searching for a job (no one wants me hired it seems XD )

In addition to that, I'm not planning on being in the school Musical nor going out for any sports. This means more free time. Alot of you know I really like roleplaying, and I do want to come back.

I do not expect forgiveness right now, nor necessarily ever. I just want to let you know I feel really bad for being a ditch-jerk and for abandoning something that is really cool and worthwhile. You don't even have to accept me back in, that's perfectly reasonable at this point.

Thank you for reading this DarthDLA, 2x4b, and all other participants in the Sith Roleplay.))

((So yeah, I know that I didn't want to join when you first started, but now that I quit my job as official potato scrubber and have very little to do with my spare time I would like to join if it is not a problem with you.

If I am accepted here is my profile.

-Name: Chaos
-Age: Frozen at 37
-Race: Human
-Appearance: Average human size. Wears a black cloak over worn mandalorian battle armor.
-Proffession: Used to be a bounty hunter. After gaining force-like powers became reclusive hermit.
-Used to use many weapons including lightsaber but long since stopped using weapons. Uses force powers for all attacks.
-Unimportant random starfighter.

I will understand if you don't let me back in.))

((I hope my character creating a new force power was acceptable, DLA. And the reason he was going to ask somebody was because I have no clue what to call it. ))

Utobuk made his way over to one of the speeder bikes, thunking along on his droid leg. He hadn't found a Sith he could trust with his new power yet, so he hadn't been able to ask anybody what they thought it was. Not to mention he had been successful in recreating a shadow leg only four out of the twenty times he had been able to practice it.

Grimacing, Utobuk ran a clawed finger over one of the lines of the bike. It was an older model, and looked like it had been cobbled together by different pieces. Paint was missing in areas, and there were a few carbon burns on its sides. Not a very pretty machine.

He swung his hairy leg up and over, plopping himself in the seat. He flicked the ignition key. The machine sputtered to life, rising a couple of feet off the ground on its repulsor jets.

Utobuk fingered the controls, rather nervous about their first scouting mission.

Sighing, he waited for Semmarv to start their journey.

((Alrighty then))

Chaos' fighter came to a screaming halt in the hanger of the temple. His flying skills had been dulled slightly but the real reason that he had so much trouble landing was that it was a stolen ship and judging by its condition when it was stolen it was lucky to have lasted so long.


Since everything in the small fighter was offline Chaos was forced to use his own strength to pry open the hatch. When finally free of the ship he jumped to the floor of the hangar. Black cloak flowing from the sudden movement he stood up and sighed. Finally Chaos was home.

((corny I know, but its hard to enter after a RP is started))

Chaos sensed Raziel's presence. Unmoving he spoke in a calm, slow voice.

"I sense tention and unease in you. If you wish to fight me I would warn against it, I kind of lose myself in combat."

He paused for a moment and continued to speak. "No, I am here only to rest in a relatively safe place, and maybe see some old aquaitences. May I inquire of Lord Steelven, is he here at the moment."

((Spelling is a bit off. I trust that it is not to much of a problem.))

((Many thanks, I shall jump in posthaste.))

As he opened his eyes, Steelven felt a sharp, buzzing pain in his head. His vision was blurry, and the buzzing noise was intensifying. He brought his hands to his head in attempt to soothe his pain with the Force.

After a few seconds, the blurriness and pain was gone. He looked around; he was in his ship.

What am I doi---wait, that's right. The temple... the attack... I must've blacked out from exhaustion after setting off in my ship. The question is... how long have I been out, and how far has my ship gone?

Steelven attempted to get up and activate the ship's map, but he felt an intense pain in his abdomen. Breathing heavily, he managed to open up part of his bio-suit and examine an internal gauge.

My suit is low on power; it's really drained from using the extra mech arms. I suppose finding out where I am in space will have to wait. I need to convert some of the ship's back-up power into my suit...

Reaching from his position, Steelven managed to reach the sub-computer. After fumbling awkardly to get up, he input some commands. After a few seconds, he huddled over to a spot where he could lay down.

As he got comfortable, some cords rose out from the control panel. He grabbed them and stuck them into the appropiate ports inside his suit.

Standby...

((Yeah, the twi'lek is certainly dead. I might have to do slome back-up reading on Gralen, kinda forgot what happened.))

"Yes, you can never be to tight with security. Yet, you mentioned younglings. That is a very good thing, as from what I have heard it is a wonder that anyone here is alive at all, let alone those who's force has not yet reached its potential."

((Sorry for not posting, I haven't logged on Psypoke for a little bit. Could someone tell me where we are in the roleplay so I can post again?))