OOC: Closed except for those that have already talked to me. If you wnat in, contact me on AIM at HanSkywalker1


IC: These past days had been rough for Han. His family was brutally murdered, adn he had killed the murderer in anger. He was confronted by a Sith Lord who convinced himt aht the jedi would never take him back, and Han decdided his only way to stay alive without going crazy was to put his skills to use as a sith. He was to become Darth Snack's apprentice, or so he thought. Snack sent him to Poreon, On Xa'Fel, who set him up With Snakc's former apprentice adn the master of the sith he had killed, Darth Brimstone, Darth Zeta. Han is currently on th etraining grounds, with his Sith Master, Darth Zeta, who is helping him learn the ways of the darkside.

"You have observed this before, I assume, how else would you be able to identify me so quickly. Such a task takes time. Such a task takes concentration, and control. Whcih you appear to have. Let us study this more though."

Without unlocking eyes with Han the Sith Lord levitated a small rock, one which he force pushed Han's way slowly.

"Stop the rocks path, use your strength against mine, control."

*Han knew Zeta was stronger than him, because he drew from only one side of the force, which was weaker. Hna also felt zeta's strength and force energy in teh rock, and Han lashed out with his own blast of energy, pushing the rock slightly in Zeta's direction, who looked like he wasn't even trying. Han was sweating slightly, but it wasn't impossible. He kept feeding his force energy intot eh rock, thrusting it with more and more power, until it began to move more towards zeta.*

"Good, remember, concentration and control."

Zeta continued to keep his hold on the rock, only he added a twist to the task at hand. Now the rock seemed to rise upward as he continued his hold upon the rock while he pushed the rock forward and upwards.

"Push it down and away from you now..."

*Han Pushed harder on the roock, pulling from annoyance, and frustration at the task, concentrating on the force energy he fed into the rock, shoving it downwards, and away from him, but stopping it about a foot from Zeta.*

"Good," Zeta said as he let the rock fall.

"Tell me, Han, are you ready to the ultimate test of the Darkside? We shall see how loyal you are...."

"Yes, My Lord. I'm ready for Anything." Han said, full of confidence.

"Don't speak too soon, Skywalker," he said with a smirk.

"Come, I have a job for you..."

The two walked for some time, in silence. Zeta was taking Skywalker toward grounds that he had never been before. Darkness surrounded them both, the area felt haunted, tormented almost.

"Welcome to hell, Skywalker.."

Zeta paused in his walk, turning to look at Han.

"...We Sith have to have somewhere to send our punishable souls. This is where they eat, sleep, and one day die. Someone will die today, Skywalker, and you will have the pleasure of killing them."


As a flicker of dim light seemed to slowly fill the room, Skywalker could see prison cell after prison cell, each one filled with a fearful and torchered soul.

"..Take a look, find someone who wishes to be put out of their misery..."

There was only one thing Skywalker could do, fail or pass.

*Han felt out the presences around him. Withered souls, tired, hungry, and all around In bad shape. He searched through them, knowing by instinct to shrug away all jedi tendencies of trying to put away the weakest one, and looked for the strongest soul. He searched until he found it, a kid, about 21 years of age,. who seems to have been put in recently and was in relatively good shape.*


" Him." Han said, pointing at the teenager. " He will die today."

Zeta had observed his choice carefully. It seemed that Skywalker had given much thought and consideration for his choice. Zeta had observed how and why he had chosen the young male.

"Good, very good, Skywalker..."

Slowly the young man's cell began to open.

"...Kill him, Skywalker."