Xa Fel




What to Sith do when they aren't out being... Sithly?


After all, killing innocents loses it's pleasure as the monotony of the act is finally realized. The aquiring of power fails to inspire when there is no one to shock and awe.

And yet there are those pitiful who seek to tempt their futures with fate by engrossing themselves in the teachings of former masters such as Darth Porion, Darth Snack, Darth Zeta and the like. Nowadays, all too many Sith are staying on Corellia, the seat of Lord Lupercus' political power in hopes of gaining status themselves and attaching themselves to their Lord's rise.


Parasites!


He was not sure whether the disdain he felt for Sith was because he himself never aquired anything resembling the reputations of those 'infamous Sith' like Ahnk or the now fallen Brotherhood.


Even the galactic winds have stopped whispering of the exploits of his old teacher Malice and even of the self styled Lord Maim and his bitch of a wife Athena.


Where were they now?



They were like fire....


Flickering to life at inopportune times and burning out just when they were getting interesting. Burning out just when they might do themselves some good and actually prove the staying power of the Sith.


And now they were ash.


Perhaps in the future they would flicker back to with something called purpose but Perrin doubted it.


For what was the purpose of the Sith than to simply shine brightly for a while, burn and have all memory of you scatter like ash to wind?


Power.


An intangible quality that few had and even fewer displayed.


Sure, if one learned the old tongue and married the old dialect to sound allowing one to focus their attention to creating a force storm, some idiot might consider himself powerful.


But such displays were not the hallmark of power.

No, they were the hallmark of ability.


An ability that encouraged the parasitic existence of the Sith for generations.

For the creation of a 'force storm' was not anything new.


No, Sith in today's galaxy rarely made their own way content to exist in the shadows of past greats of the ancient Sith Wars. TNSO was really no exception as their minions scoured worlds like dogs digging for bones.


Bones of old, decaying brethren who failed to achieve their goal of immortality. Digging for the books and artifacts clasped in the skeleton hands of people barely spoken of in even the ancient writings. Searching for old repositories of Sith Spirits, as if those searching had lives of no consequence and lived only to provide shells so the deranged spirits might once more relive their failure in the present.


Did these same spirits never learn from their mistakes? Are they always doomed to repeat them?


No. He had seen many a padawan get suckered into becoming a host shell for such spirits only have their bodies die before the spirits came to realize that living in the 'now' was a little bit different than living in the past.


Idiots!




Perhaps even more sad was that the Jedi were still held at bay on their one world by the legacy left behind by past actions.


It had been a few years since their assault on Naboo and yet they still walked with the shadow of how close TNSO had come to breaking them once and for all.

It had taken the combine efforts of the splinter Rogue Jedi and their former brethren of the Jedi Order to finally push TNSO offworld.


Where is our audacity now?



The Empire was dilluting their strength but he could not fathom whether it was due to the fear non-force users had of them or something even more darker separating....sifting through them like weeds among wheat.




His thoughts turned to a wretched creature moving before him a ways off. A newcomer in search of something other than enlightenment. No, this one too was in search of power but as the creature mad it's path away from the Temple, Perrin realized that the force aura around him was old.


Very old.


A spirit no doubt but one that caught his attention for it was, against all odds, actually quiet!


Gone were the inane boasts and the insane promises to do this and that.


No, this creature, cloaked even as it was, of broken body and ailing mind, simply and quietly made it's own way apart from the other newly initiated idiots that graced the planet with their presence.


Perrin saw that the creature had yet to aquire an initiation mark in their Order and so, curiosity compelling him, he moved over to the creature.


As he approached he realized that the other was quite tall. But even so, his stance was slightly hunched as the Sith Knight peceived an aura of pain.

Faint and slightly masked but unmistakable.



"Your name and purpose, Sith?" he inquired bluntly.


He was not a politician like Lupercus. He did not honey his words with banalities and so would not waste the other's time with such.

Before Darth Nihilus went into stasis, Malachor V was healing itself slowly bring the large masses together and he saw what was lost to the Sith, the Trayus Core hat was sitting on a colossal geyser of dark side energy. Nihilus looked down at the geyser and saw a fainted image of Kreia, his former master who trained him and his fellow Sith Lord, Darth Sion. In the concealed hidden place at the Trayus Academy was the place where Nihilus went into stasis. For those thousands of years in stasis has dull the Force from the empty shell of Nihilus and saved what's left of his sensitivity to the Force.

What am I now? Nothing like myself. I am wound in the Force where it wept out of my shell; my flesh is gone when I was reborn. I am like a ghost without any power that I had before. But this place may be the stepping stone of regaining my power to control others.

Darth Nihilus steps out of his yacht and slowly walks to the sith temple and sensed great power here through his unique ability to see fluctuations in the Force.

The former Sith Lord stares at other students of the dark side outside of the temple and they were trying to match to their peers but some of them don't have the capacity to understand what is installed. Nihilus continues his stared from the corner of his eyes and the students were watching back at Nihilus and wondering who is this person coming to the temple. One of the new students spoke out to Nihilus, "You!! Newcomer, we don't want you here at the Sith Academy. It's full as it is. I sense you are weak in the Force and only Sith needs strong force users." Nihilus didn't pay attention to the student and ignored him and continue on to the temple. The student was sneaking up to Nihilus who had a short chit chat before and he got his lightsaber and pressed the button to activate the blade to slice the would be assassin in half. "Such a shame to see you died at my feet but oh well too bad. Who's the weak one now?" Nihilus voice murmured with a hint of laughing through his mouth. The other students were shocked when they saw what Nihilus had done to the student and he gave the student an honorable death that he deserved.


Pathetic weaklings, they should learn more than showing their weak skills. It won't destroy the Jedi by that way but themselves. How pathetic can they get? At least in my time, I created and trained the Sith Assassins to hunt any Jedi gotten away from me. Using their skills to bring down the foes I hate so much. Also they should know the enemy first before they strike especially coming from students.

Nihilus was reminded about what took place at Naboo where things didn't go as plan but it did serve him well. He wanted to kill people at random without the use of his lightsabers by giving the Jedi it was a bounty hunter hired to make the hits.

I am not happy what happen on Naboo and I wanted that Jedi to be killed but there's always a next time.

There was a time when Darth Nihilus wouldn't run away from a scene. He would do what he loves best to consume everything that he holds dear to his empty shell of a body, holding his very old dark side energies inside- his essence of his former self. Stripped of his power from what took placed on old his Star Destroyer, Ravager.

Revenge will be in my hands when I will crush the Jedi and restore everything that Darth Sion and I were destroying the Republic's closest friend and ally, the Jedi Masters and Jedi Knights. Without them, the Republic would crumble and bow down to our feet. All of it is changed, all of it is gone. I am not going to make that mistake again and I will be powerful again and use the knowledge of my people to crush them.

Nihilus stands at the large stone door of the temple and pushed it hard to open it. He slowly walks into inside the temple's chamber to see what goes on here. The feel coming from the temple and the people who studying the ways of the dark side and the Sith. At least, Nihilus was happy to see Sith Order is not extinct but still alive and well.

The pain from his hunger is slowly draining him off his broken body and ailing mind but hasn't broken his will to become what belongs to him. Ever since he died on Malachor V and is reborn again for unknown reason why he was brought back to life and changes him. Maybe there was a reason why he became so altered to perform such a function to serve. When he drains the life and the Force from the Exile on his bridge has weakened him slowly until he found out on Naboo. Because of the Exile, the Sith Lord's essence had to escape onto a Leviathan class Destroyer with other ships that fled from the battle at Citadel Station above Telos four thousand years ago. Only Nihilus knows where they are and joined up with the older Sith ships during the days of Naga Sadow.

None of them could match ideals and way of the Sith but this man of unimaginable power lies inside him wearing black robe with his face looked so cold and calculating.

When the person from the Sith came up to Nihilus, he gave a head bow to darksider of the Sith. "My name is Darth Nihilus and I am here to train and fight in the name of the Sith and for my people." he replied back with his chaotic voice.

Nihilus waits to see this Sith Knight had to say as he stays firmly at his respect for the person.

Perrin stifled a grin as the newcomer arbitrarily assigned the "Darth" title to himself. The arrogance mixed with naivete was somewhat refreshing.

"My name is Darth Nihilus and I am here to train and fight in the name of the Sith and for my people."


The Sith Knight's eyes narrowed.


"Train and fight in the name of the Sith.." he murmured the words back.


"Why?" he asked simply.


Did this Nihilus have a specific plan in mind or did he simply wish to spill blood? There were many who claimed the 'Sith' title but only because it was the antithesis of the Jedi. But they spilled blood, not for any greater purpose, but for the joy of killing.


Granted, the euphoria that came when one witnessed the spark of life fading from the eyes of your victim was heady indeed. That sweet knowledge as one's victim realizes the few short spasms of breath would be their last. That no hopes, dreams and ideals would come to pass in their ever shortening lifespan.


Perrin drew out of his reverie and asked another question. "And, Nihilus, just who are your people?"

Nihilus was recalling his long hatred in the back of his mind and rage in his heart and blackened eyes.


“Revenge on two counts. What Jedi and Republic done to me four thousands years ago where I was stripped on my title as the Sith Lord Darth Nihilus and other collapse of the old Sith Empire led by my ancestor, Naga Sadow. My revenge is strong in me and I will not want to see the Sith Order go extinct. To reclaim what should be done to end the threat of Jedi and Republic who helped them.” he replied firmly.


Nihilus felt it was his place to serve the Sith once again and pledge my alliegance.


Nihilus begins the shocking truth to Perrin, “My people are Ancient Sith race, forbear of Sith philosophy still used today and still makes me happy to see the way of the Sith is not gone. People think my people are extinct that I am living prove to my people."


Nihilus bows on his knees to pledge my alliegance to Perrin and he gives one of lightsabers which they have a curved hilt to the Sith Knight.

Perrin stared at the outstretched hand of the wretched creature and the saber it held.

His mind mulled over the words of the creature named Nihilius.


"Revenge" he muttered.


"You are Nihilius." Perrin stated firmly, "Nothing more, nothing less." He took the saber slowly and ignited it measuring the quality of its construction.

"Revenge is good, Nihilius. It fuels purpose. But Revenge directed because of the failures of others is purpose ill used."

He looked at the creature before him and motioned it to rise.

"The Republic is dead. Hating it now for past errors is pointless. The Old Sith Empire is gone. Wiped away! Wishing it back will not make it so."

He moved the saber to and fro listening to the familiar hum that accompanied the motion. "And as for the ancient Sith and their philosophies, they are the beginnings of wisdom. Not the end all-be all that the self proclaimed Sith Masters of our Age seem to think."


He switched off the saber and handed it back to Nihilius. "The construction is very good though it is very old. You would do well 'Darth' Nihilius to discard the past and look to the future. The past exploits of failed Sith are of no import except in how they show us where we can succeed where they failed."


"We must feed our desires with something more than mere revenge; something far stronger. An emotion that will see that we receive everything that we want."


He stared at the creature feeling the strings of the force moving about Nihilius and began to imperceptably perceive each 'string' as if they were before him physically.


Through the force he caressed each string looking at the creature in the eye.


"Greed, Nihilius is what will push us beyond the failures of the past. Greed will put in us a hunger for everything that we do not yet have. For everything that we will yet gain!"


"Through your greed, Nihilius, your people will rise again. Through your greed, your race will once more be supremely feared as they once were. Let your greed feed your desire. Let your desire stimulate your hatred and motivate your journey to the Dark Side.

BUT DO NOT STOP THERE!

For once your journey is complete, there is always more.."


Perrin glanced at the stormtroopers approaching, escorting a prisoner, battered and dirty.


"Release him." he commanded and the troopers removed the bindings from the prisoner.

"The prisoner has been told that if he kills you, he will be allowed to go free. You pledge your life to me, Nihilius but I will know what that life is worth! You call yourself 'Darth' but it is meaningless if it is the name you give yourself. It must be a name earned and given to you.

And so, to prove your pledge to me and show me the name is one earned, I want you to hurt the prisoner. He is a Jedi Padawan captured during the New Republic's attack on the Empire's shipping years ago."

Perrin pulled out his own lightsaber and tossed it to the prisoner who caught it nervously.

"Do not kill him, Nihilius. But I do want you to hurt him as much as you are able."



The Jedi Padawan ignited the saber and at once became wary of the creature Nihilius. Perrin felt the strings of the force go taut around the prisoner as he perceived the padawan using the force to wash away his weariness.

The padawan was human and dressed in prison rags.


Perrin stepped back in curiosity.


How far would Nihilius' greed take him?

“Yes, Master Perrin. My skills of building and wielding a lightsaber are top-notch.” Nihilus replied firmly.

Nihilus agreed what Perrin said about how revenge could be a useful tool or ill-fated purpose to those who use it and blindly to the real truth on their feet. “I learned that mistake when I was betrayed about four thousand years ago and that is what I must not make that same mistake again.”

Nihilus gave along hard stared at Perrin and he thought about what he said about not wishing the old Sith Empire to come back from the ashes to be reborn. “Perhaps….but things could change.”

He watches Perrin using his lightsaber to strike critically is profound way to bring chaos to order. “I would agree to that which it’s like adding or subtracting new words or stories to the techniques and that is because my kind hasn’t shown their face for five thousand years since Naga Sadow was defeated.”

Nihilus bows to Perrin, his Sith master and replies back firmly, “Thank you, master. The future is unpredictable but we can improve from their mistakes and show the corrupted and evil Jedi, their time is over.” Nihilus puts back his lightsaber in his waist belt.

After all that time, Nihilus has spent his time through his eyes of seeing the wonders of the Force taking place through history.

He nodded back and knows what Perrin is talking about, “Yes, Greed is a powerful ally and we hunger on the riches and wealth of the Force to use it at our desires just like passion is another desire we could call its name to feed on the dark side as we bring an end to those who oppose us, correct?” Nihilus feels and feeds on the dark side to warp his body to use it, perfectly.

Peerin was speaking his words as Nihilus could see Perrin being a friend to him and his people as it was been to be. “The Grand Design of my conquest to destroy the puppets of the GC and their lapdogs. My hatred will show them not to mess with the dark side or my people because they should’ve bow on their knees and beg for mercy.”

“Which is why my journey is never complete until…?”

Perrin glanced at the stormtroopers approaching, escorting a prisoner, battered and dirty.

Nihilus watches the stormtroopers bring a prisoner into the room and he sense some Force in him which the prisoner was very frighten to be here.

"The prisoner has been told that if he kills you, he will be allowed to go free. You pledge your life to me, Nihilius but I will know what that life is worth! You call yourself 'Darth' but it is meaningless if it is the name you give yourself. It must be a name earned and given to you.

Nihilus got out his lightsaber and ignited it with familiar red blade. He summons all his hatred and rage to guide his hands to strike back at the weary prisoner with blows after blows as their lightsabers hit each other. The weary prisoner was sweaty like very nervous person who almost pee his prison pants. Nihilus could see his opponent was getting weaker by using up all his strength to fight of Nihilus’s attacks and he got through the Jedi defenses and made calculated cuts on this foolish Jedi’s face to leave him with a scar that looked like a big X and by missing the eyes so the Jedi can see his handsome face gone.

“You should look in a mirror, my Jedi buddy, that your handsome face is no more than a fainted image in the back of your mind. I wonder if any woman would like you as their friend or perhaps more. I guess not. You should look at my face but that’s another time to see.” Nihilus laughs evilly as he watches his wounded opponent is bowing on his knees with tears on his weary face.

Perrin nodded his appreciation at his apprentice's grasp of the concept he was trying to convey.

"Very good, Nihilius." he clapped his hands softly as the padawan sank down in despair.

"You have discovered that lasting pain is not brought on by physical discomfort. Early on, force users learn to channel their body's ability to heal itself and deal with pain."

Perrin pointed a finger at the creature.

"You correctly realize that the for lasting pain, it must be inflicted on an emotional level. On a mental level."

He walked over to the padawan and retrieved his lightsaber. "You see, my apprentice, that hatred is a very powerful emotion. But what most Sith do not realize is that hatred is fleeting. Once you have enacted your revenge, then what?"

He grabbed the padawan's hair and pulled him back, peering closely at the scars inflicted by Nihilius. The victim cried out in pain but Perrin ignored his outcries.

"Ponder on that Nihilius. If hatred.. if anger is fleeting, then it's benefit is short term. But look what happens when you cause another living creature to become angry. When you cause another living creature to hate..."

Perrin closed his eyes and smiled clenching his fistfull of the padawan's hair tighter.

"Feel the hatred flowing... washing over this wretched animal like invisible water.


When hate is released, you feel a surge in the force. That power allows you to overcome adversity quickly. That is why when we fight, it is good to let your anger flow through you.

But when you incite anger in another living creature, a surge in the force also flows forth."

Perrin's mocking voice touched the captive and a flicker of power errupted along the unseen tendrils of the force.

"I want you to incite this animal to even greater anger, my apprentice. Get creative. But do not kill him.

I want to feel the surge of anger flowing outward from this creature.."


He released the crying padawan and stepped back to observe Nihilius' work.

Nihilus watched over the weary padawan with a great sense of pride in his eyes which this is the step of his life to ensure peace through power.

“Thank you, Master Perrin. Your words have merit to their values of the truth.” Nihilus stands firmly like a soldier doing its duty. “I understand, Master. About what must be done to ensure victory in the heat of battle.”

Nihilus looks down at padawan and looks back at Perrin, “Understood and scarred for life is a price that some pay with hard cold feelings.”

“My path would show me what must be done if there is revenge or not but my hate, my passion is what gives me my power to use at my will. A Jedi fears about the dark side though they say ‘they don’t have fear in their life’s’ but they are wrong.”

Nihilus just admires what he has done to this poor, weary Jedi padawan, “Such joys,” while he puts a hand on his heart.”

“It becomes like a virus, master. A virus that spreads like a plague just like hatred and revenge that if someone like the old padawan cowering in fear and he might take that hatred and revenge on others. Most a complete cycle to that happens to watch it unfolds itself.

“Again, your words have spoken only the truth of what must be done. Understood, Master Perrin. ”

Nihilus grabs out his other lightsaber and throws it at the weary creature on the floor, soaking through his mind of despair.

“Come on, my friend. Why don’t you attack me because I wounded your mind, your body and probably destroyed your Jedi soul? So fight me to give in to your anger. If you don’t, I will would near you life now. Noooo? So be it.”

Nihilus ignites his lightsaber and goes to execute this prisoner on the floor with a sudden strike from the lightsaber. Suddenly, the wounded creature leashes out with a sudden counterattack when he activates the lightsaber and blocks Nihilus attack on him.

“Gooooood, goooood. Now this is what I was waiting for. Shall we dance?” Nihilus laughing through his closed grinning mouth.

The two were showing a lot of anger that flow down their arms and into their lightsabers with a number of fancy parrying. The weary Jedi creature keeps on releasing his anger on his worn enemy, Nihilus. Nihilus strikes back with hatred, anger and revenge at his opponent. He jumps up and does a somersault over the padawan head, the padawan didn’t react quickly make a counterattack when Nihilus lighsaber was cutting through the flesh and bone of the padawan’s arm and around his shoulders. The right arm of padawan dropped on the floor and Nihilus stopped his attack by putting his lightsaber blade to the ground. Nihilus summons his anger and hatred to levitate the poor padawan’s dead arm and throw it at the padawan’s face.

“Stop punching yourself, man or you are going to break your nose. I think you’re being a crazy young fool and I would throw you into the Great old salacc pit on Tatooine.”

He does that several times which every one gets harder and harder before he stops doing that to his opponent.

Perrin watched the exchange and a myriad of emotions play across his mind as Nihilius carries out his performance.

It was full of posturing and taunting but he seemed to lose the aspect of what Perrin was trying to convey. It was not a taunting to generate the surge of emotion within the opponent that Perrin was hoping for but a taunt of "I am better than you, nyah!" and little else.

Perrin almost ignited his lightsaber and cut Nihilius down himself.

Of course the sithling would be superior! His opponent has languished in a Sith dungeon for months!

Perrin's hand opened leaving his saber available to subtly add to the temptation his whole demeanor silently pleading with the prisoner to make one last go at it.



Take the saber!

Strike the creature down!

If for nothing else other than to shut him up!



The creature named Nihilius activated his saber and lunged for the prisoner finally motivating him to act by pulling Perrin's saber toward him and blocking the strike.

Nihilius was using his emotions to continue his attacks as if the mere act of defending oneself would prompt the padawan to draw from the darkside.


Perrin stopped to think on that. Perhaps it would for who knows just how sweet the taste of living is to those that do not want to die?



And as the fighting went on Perrin's mind drifted to the proclamation made earlier that morning. Apparently The Naboo Sith Order was no more... but now merely the Sith Order.

Perrin didn't really care what the organization called itself for nothing else seemed to change. There were still fools and idiots on all levels of the temple that was now being (once more) reconditions for the Order to reside.

It was an interesting move for if there was one lesson he had learned in the last war with the Outer Rim Soveriegnty and the Galactic Coalition, it was that you keep your enemies close.

Lupercus Darksword had kept the Order close to him on Corellia causing the Sith Knight to smile in response. For who was Lupercus' most dangerous foes but those of his own Order?

And now the Order was moving away from Lupercus back to their original capital world of Xa Fel. A Sith named Vance Jas was one of the organizers though only a Knight himself. There were also rumors of the aging Recon Klain having returned and accompanying the Sith back to Xa Fel.

He briefly wondered how long it would be before their Order was tasked to be grave robbers once more. It seemed to be a common occurance with shifts in power. Rather than create power the leadership wanted the quick way by robbing old Sith graves of artifacts and writings. So much so that Perrin wondered if the creating of the new was a totally lost art to the Sith.


He turned back from his thoughts in time to see Nihilius cut the padawan's arm off. The sithling did display some talent doing backflips and somersaults but he was not teaching an acrobatics class. Besides, a somersault was a dangerous move. If the padawan had been a little bit less tired and winded he might have been able to cripple Nihilius for life with a mere wave of his saber overhead while the creature was in mid-flight.

The arm began to rise and that finally drew some praise from Perrin. "Very good control over the elevating..." he stated. Nihilius began to suddenly use the elevated arm to strike the padawan.

Evidently, Nihilius was a sick little bastard.

Perrin watched the smaller Sith for a minute getting his measure. There would be things that were beyond Nihilius and there were things that the Sith could be counted on to perform with something resembling ability.

The Sith would be loyal. An attack hound that would know only the simplest of commands but would carry them out with an ability unmatched by others.

Probably because others would feel the acts beneath them. But then, that would be Nihilius gift. To go places and do things that perhaps other Sith wouldn't want to do or dare to go.


"Stop, Nihilius." Perrin commanded and the arm dropped. "What I wanted to show you was that every creature has the force flowing through them. A Jedi would tell you that such force is to be respected but even moreso, such force is to be harnessed!

The Sith are returning to Xa Fel. And if Sith protocol is anything like the past, there will be expeditions to the burial mounds of those dead Sith that were failures in search, once more, of power-laden icons and jewelry. Of powerful amulets and artifacts and ancient incantations.

What I want to show you, is that when anger is expressed by a force user, as in the case of this padawan, there is a surge in the force.

That surge in the force can be harnessed. It can be captured. But you must train your perceptions to recognize it.

If you motivate your enemy to generate this surge but then attack causing them to use that very same energy then you've gained nothing.

But if you can cause them to generate the surge and then strip them of it, not only do you weaken them and their resolve but you empower yourself.

The more of the force your peceptions can recognize and manipulate, the more powerful weapons you can 'create' and rely on now rather than some old dusty holocron."


A sardonic grin played across his face.


"Then, when you die, you can leave those same weapons behind for another Sith to dig into your grave and obtain centuries from now."


He once again retrieved his saber. "Well this padawan is too tired to be angry anymore. His strength is expended and he is of no further use to us."

He gestured casually. "Do what you are good at Darth Nihilius. Kill him."


And as the creature gleefully carried out his order, Perrin mumbled. "We must find a way to test just how strong you are and how strong you've been getting."

Nihilus understands the concept of what must be done in order to take it and some might not understand the full nature of the Force. He has experienced both sides of the Force, the light and the dark. During the Mandalorian War, that happened about thirty-five years after the Sith War with Exar Kun leading the new Sith Order. When Nihilus was a Jedi Knight in Old Republic with his real name that it was given when he was still a teenager, he never knew what he was and how he got here until when Jedi Knight Revan turned to the dark side of the Force and took the title of the Dark Lord of the Sith. Nihilus was one of Jedi Knights went to aid Republic soldiers to fight against the Mandalorians. Something change to Nihilus when he was killed at Malachor V by mass gravity generator, he never went away like the other Jedi who also died on the planet. Nihilus was becoming to be something more than he was; he was given a new life and the existence of knowing what his true path was. Ever since, that day Nihilus was a wound in the Force which changed him inside and outside.

“Thank you, Master.” Nihilus enjoyed his work which gives him much pleasure and the desire to be stronger than the poor, weary padawan.

Nihilus turned off his lightsaber and puts it on his belt when Perrin was telling him new Sith arriving at Xa Fel and how to deal a mortal blow to someone’s will to conjure the emotions like anger and hatred to never be used in the fight.

What Perrin was telling Nihilus about death and how Sith would dig up the remains of a fallen Sith comrade was grasping the wretched creature’s mind to think about the excruciating pain he went through to be reformed after he died at graveyard of fallen foes, allies and the wreckage of ships that fought at the battle at Malachor V.

“I understand, Master Perrin about continuing of the essence of one’s weapons or items to be used again. How my items like my cloak or weapons would be so tainted by the dark side of the Force that only a darksider to use it.”

Nihilus had a strong unholy grin on his face behind his mask which the thought of killing the padawan was exciting. “It would be my pleasure to retrieve this gift of killing the poor fool.”

Nihilus felt a sudden urge of rage that rallied through his mind and hands when he put the foe's hair and Nihilus other hand had the lightsaber and cut into the foe's chest and switched off his lightsaber. Nihilus dropped his lightsaber and removed his mask, he grabbed the poor Jedi heart and took a bite out of it “Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the dark side of the Force. Your faith in the Jedi Order is weak and pitiful and they can’t save you now. Your death will give me the pleasure I served, watch as your life is going to that void where you came.” During the talk to the dying padawan, his life is almost exhausted but when he finished his talk, the life of the padawan was gone.

Nihilus felt the surge of the dark side in his body to thirst his hunger as his killing spree is on the rise to becoming a powerful darksider.

"Understood, Master. It will test my strength in the Force and in the newly formed the Sith Order."