There was a slight breeze drifting through the dark city streets of Coruscant. Papers drifted down the slick, oily streets, that were cluttered with scum off all types. Drug dealers, prostitutes, rapists, even sith. But those people would soon flee to their respective homes,in fear of the red and black demon, the king of the snakes, Darth Hethrir. He very much resimbled a demon. He had very sharp horns covering his head, and his face was red, and black. His eyes gleamed an evil yellowish color, and his teeth...they were sharp and unsightly, unless you liked the gleam of platinum. Hethrir was a Zabrak, and one of the most formidable. He was far stronger than any human, and his attunement to the force made him even more powerful. Adding that with his thirst for destruction made him evn more dangerous. But tonight his prey was a jedi.

He suddenly pushed his energy outward, pushing anyone within a ten yard radius painfully to the ground. All except the jedi that stood only a few yards away from him.

It has been ages since the destruction of Coruscant at the hands of the Yuuzhan Vong, with the devotion of millions of people, the core world was put back to order in a fashion that comingled with the planet's changed plant and animal life. Arkan had come here at the beckoning aura of a fellow Zabrak. But unlike this Zabrak, Arkan was human first and no one should underestimate the human spirit, especially one who had undergone The Changing. He understood what this one was hunting for, a spitting image of the darkness that Darth Maul represented ages ago.

Arkan did not have the purely dark and sinister tattooes and Sith demeanor that this one had, he was simple in the Iridonian Zabrak appearance. Lord Malice Draclau had told him of Dark Lord Hethrir and Arkan tried to remember if he had ever encountered him before. Whichever the case being, Arkan was prepared to face this one. With the knowledge of the Jedi, Sith, and the alien Yuuzhan Vong, this would be an interesting fight. A fight of a Jedi.

He walked a yard or two closer to Hethrir, "So, Dark Lord. How many of you are there? How many more lost souls would claim to be a Dark Lord just to have their tits suckled by lesser souls? What kind of pleasure in the end, do you derive from power?"

Hethrir said nothing. It was not appeasing to him to talk, and thus he would do none of it. But if the man cared to, he could look into Hethrir's eyes and see all that he needed to know. He took a few steps forward, staring into the eyes of the man that stood before, absorbing all he could from the one things that could not hide emotion, nore desire.

I do not quest for power with the hopes of recieving pleasure...I quest only to cause others pain. I am no loss soul, for that is something that I do not posses. I am a servant of the darkness, but it's master also. I am not dark lord of the sith, but merely a lord of the dark. Besides, titles weigh so little. It's what you can do that counts.

The people that were once on the ground had vanished. Not because Hethrir had killed them, but because they ran away, trying to escape the inevitable. A few remained however, those who had nothing to lose, and would rather watch the fight and die than return to their miserable existance.

You know why I am here. I desire a fight. Will you grant me my wish, or will I have to manifest my desires upon people not capable of defending themselves in the ways that you can...

Arkan nodded. He understood the driving will of this one, much like the other Sith, they held a common ground in terms of power and purpose. They were all addicted. Addicted to more than what they already had. That was their downfall. That was their flaw in reality, because they loved it so much.

"So be it, Sith." Based upon his experiences, traumatizing and enlightening, Arkan birthed a power which combined the divine essence of reality, the Force, knowledge, and himself. Although it was painful to create such a force, he found it necessary. With enough practice, he would be able to be relieved of this pain and overcome it entirely. That was the Zabrak way. That was his accomplished training as a Dark Jedi, a Yuuzhan Vong thrall, a Jedi, and a Sith.

"Then let me introduce myself," Arkan smirked, glowing a distorted grey aura.

"I suppose you can call me the Alpha," Arkan said.

"... of your Omega," Arkan stepped out from behind Arkan. A duplicate.

"The beginning," Arkan stepped out from behind Arkan. Opposite from the second Arkan.

"... of your end." Arkan stepped aside to reveal the last doppleganger of his power.

They all glowed a mysterious grey aura, all giving off the same life signature... life signatures. Puzzling how each of these individuals seemed to possess more than one soul. But in reality, that was not the case.

Each Arkan stripped away his Jedi robe, revealing the black Voduun crab armor on each person. At his belt, three lightsabers and an organic cloth. On each one's arm, an Amphistaff. But these would not be used. Only one of these weapons would be used.

Arkan-1 drew out an organic lightsaber, igniting a red blade.

Arkan-2 drew out an organic lightsaber and a smaller lightblade, both ignited to red blades.

Arkan-3 drew out a normal lightsaber handle, igniting a menacing black blade, a true construct of the Sith.

And finally, Arkan-4 let the Amphistaff slither down into both hands, letting it solidify in his grasp.

"Now," Arkan-1 began, "I do not wish to harm you thoroughly, although you do hunger the thrill of battle and death. If you manage to kill one of me, the battle will stop and I suppose you can say that you have defeated a part of me."


All the Arkans looked at a watch on their wrist, it resembled a gauntlet of some sort. "I don't have all day. I can only hold this power for so long..."

I've never et someone so eager to be defeated...

Pulling his sabre from his belt, Hethrir dropped into defensive stance. It was the one he used most often, and could be easily altered to serve offensive purposes. The man was making a mistake, dueling Hethrir, unless he possesed (sp?) great sorceric powers.


You first.

Arkan-1 and Arkan-3 stretched out their free hands, the air suddenly grew warm, the smell was stale, then two things happened. Arkan-1 let loose a crackling surge of electricity from his fingers, aimed solely at Hethrir althugh erratic in its flight. Arkan-3 muttered, "Impierna," and a scorching stream of fire darted from his fingertips at the Sith Lord.

All the while, Arkan-2 and Arkan-4 had increased their metabolic rate in reliance on the Force, allowing them to make a long somersault over Hethrir onto his opposite side. Sabers and Amphistaff at ready, they looked at the Zabrak with a sardonic gaze.

Hethrir expertly weaved around the cackling electricity, then leaped over the stream of fire, turning in the air ot face the other two. Wiht an evil grin, Hethrir force pushed a nearby tash can at the two. He twirled his sabre idly in his hand, like it was a baton. He brought it back infont of his body, and gripped it with two hands, slowly circling Arkan 2 and 4.

"He's good," Hethrir thought to himself, "I must be careful."

Arkan-4 let the Amphistaff waves out into Hethrir's circling path, letting it freely coil about at its leisure just as long as it snagged the Sith. Whereas Arkan-2 simply stood there, warily watching Hethrir and in a moment's notice, maneuvering around Arkan-4 to take advantage of an attack of opportunity.

Arkan-1 and Arkan-3 started to angle out to two sides, aiming for the contours of Hethrir's possible escape paths. Up, left, right, back, and forward. Arkan-1 let out another charge of Force Lightning, creating a makeshift chain wall of electricity on two ends. Arkan-3 did not do anything at the time, or at least he seemed not to, but his hand was clenched and the air was tingling. He awaited further reaction from the Sith.

Hethrir absorbed the living force around him, using it to heighten his speed to levels only achieved by non living objects, such as lighting for example.

He croushed low, and strafed to the right, then zoomed forward, just barely dodging the Arkan's attacks. They came earlier than he anticipated.

He could sense my sudden rise and power...and probalyy figured out what I was doing as well.

He stopped behind the Arkan who'd fired the Amphistaff, and sent a quick kab at the back of is head, before zooming over behind the two that had started the fight, stopping some twenty metres away from them.

Arkan-1 took a step back, raising his hand to Hethrir's general direction, he closed his eyes and began to withdraw himself. All of the other Arkans began to fade from existence, as did Arkan's grey aura. Finishing the merging, Arkan's eyes opened, flashing silver.

"This is only the beginning," Arkan smirked, also fading from existence.