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Tarack gripped the hilt of his recently constructed light-saber in his hand so hard that his nails began to dig into his palm. Master had instructed him to complete the mission without the aid of his saber, but how much easier it would be to unsheathe the crimson blade and just cut down these creatures. They were mindless savages, deadly and skilled in the art of combat but none the less savages and it burned him inside deeply to let them hack away at him with their primitive weapons while he was constricted to the use of his hands and feet. The blood from a gash above his left eye began to drip down into his eye, he reached up and rubbed the blood off onto the clay colored skin of his forearm. Looking up he stared at the tall and gruesome group of aliens that how now formed a circle around him, axes and clubs raised ready to rush at him and finally end this madness. He smiled to himself, they had fought well but he knew how this battle was going to end, there was only one ending after all. He pushed himself off the ground with his knee and rose to stand again at his full height, he closed his eyes and centered his thoughts only on the flow of the force all around him. They were angry, very angry and full of sorrow for their fallen comrades, and that was good he would feed off of their anger, off of their hate to fuel him forward. He opened his eyes and readied himself into a combat stance

"you shall not defeat me! I am Tarack! I will become a Sith Lord, the most powerful that ever lived, and you will not stop me! I will cut you down like dogs, until none of you are left! My anger gives me strength, my rage will fuel me, your deaths shall serve as the final test of my trials! The force shall set me free!"

The last of his words hung in the air for a moment afterwards, like a rain cloud overlooking a muddy field. He did not know if this species understood basic or if it really mattered at all, no records were to be kept of this event, no witnesses. The first of the aliens began to rush toward him with his weapon raised high above his head letting out a scream of rage, Tarack knew he could not let his master down. He had to finish this, he had to defeat them, he would become a Lord of the Sith.

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He had found the Jedi scum, lurking around the slums near the spaceport. Probably trying to escape, but there is no escape from the sith, it's always there lurking and waiting for revenge. Tarack stepped from the shadows tired of this game of cat and mouse, he threw his hood off to reveal the scars on his face matched by his rage filled eyes. "JEDI! I AM CHASING YOU NO LONGER, IF YOU RUN I WILL HUNT YOU, IF YOU HIDE I WILL FIND YOU, IF YOU FIGHT ME NOW YOU CAN PRESERVE WHAT LITTLE HONOR YOU HAVE LEFT BEFORE I RIP YOU TO PIECES!" Tarack screamed so loudly his voice slightly cracked. "I HUNGER FOR JEDI" he shouted unsheathing his lightsaber from his belt, holding it tightly with one hand as he mockingly sniffed the air "and your fear smells delicious.."

The Jedi stopped and turned leaving his hood on, and they began to walk in a circle facing each other in the courtyard Tarack had finally caught him in. It was dark and the streets were practically empty, but if anyone would dare get in the way of Tarack and his prey he would in turn vanquish them. "I will not fight you sith your thoughts betray you, you don't want to kill me and you won't" said the Jedi confidentiality.

Tarack was taken aback but quickly forced his glare back onto the Jedi "DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, YOU ARE FINISHED! I WILL BRING YOUR SKULL TO MY MASTER!". The Jedi stopped moving and Tarack could see him crack a smile from underneath the shadow of his hooded face and said "Who are you trying to convince my friend? I do hope it's not yourself".

Rage filled Tarack and he ignited his lightsaber, "I WILL KILL YOU, JEDI SCUM!!" Tarack bellowed as he rushed toward the Jedi almost too fast to see, both hand gripped tightly onto his saber bringing it down from over his head to deliver a killing blow. The Jedi quickly ignited his light-saber and brought it up just in time to block Tarack's blade and struggled against Taracks strength. Tarack laughed loudly "You are weak Jedi, I will wear your bones to the feast my master shall hold for me when I bring him your saber". The Jedi held out his hand and used the force to throw Tarack backwards a few feet and turned off his lightsaber "I know you don't want to kill me" he said as he sat down onto the ground crossing his legs in meditation "Go ahead strike me down sith" he said smiling under his hood.

Tarack briskly walked forward and raised his lightsaber over his head ready to plunge it down into the sitting Jedi's skull. The rage was radiating off of him like heat from a stove, he stood there starring down at the Jedi, why was he smiling? Tarack could kill him right here and now why was this Jedi not afraid. For the first time in his life Tarack wasn't sure what to do, doubt was creeping into his mind and his turned off his lightsaber, the jedi was right he didn't want to kill him, what was wrong with him?

The Jedi began to chuckle and stood up placing a hand on Taracks shoulder, much to learn you have Tarack, much to learn indeed.

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I let you guys have another sneak peek at one of my star wars related writings i'm working on at the moment.

It's about the life of a Sith Lord named Darth Tarack, He is a humanoid species with clay colored skin. His mother was a force sensitive but died during childbirth due to her abusive husband, his father beat him every day for years until one day a strange man shows up and strikes his father down by barely lifting his hand. Tarack is in awe of this power and is seduced to the dark side on his journey to gain ultimate power. Tarack has good within him and struggles with his morals and that of the code of the sith.

This is all I'm giving away so far and I haven't planned how or when I will release my full writings as they are no where near done, I hope you all enjoy and may the force be with you!

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Rage Spit fourth from his out stretched hand like fire from god, It sprung through the air like a blue serpent chasing down it's prey. It struck the man directly in his torso and began to strangle the life from his very lungs. The man that had tormented me for so many years, the man that had killed my mother, who had beat me every day since I was old enough to walk; the man who was always to big for me to challenge. He was now little more than a pile of ash, I let the ashes slide from my palms through my fingers out onto the floor. I stared up at the hooded man in the door way, my savior, the stranger.

"Th-thank you mister.." Tarack said as he cupped him hand over his now blackened eye.

The Hooded man let loose a laugh that sent chills up my spine

"Young one, you thank me for this? Trouble yourself not with these things, this was nothing, he was nothing, worthless! But you; you have some potential, come with me and I will teach you how to never let anyone hurt you again"

Tarack stared back at the pile of ash that had been his father and pushed himself off the floor onto his feet. He could feel in that very instant every bruise, every bloody nose and lip his father had ever given him. He smiled, he smiled all the way to the mans side at the doorway; he is still smiling today. He was a slave to his father, this man had set him free, with a power unlike anything he had ever seen. Tarack wanted this power, more than anything, he could feel it in his bones; he would do everything he could to become powerful, so no one would ever hurt him again.

The man stopped and placed his hand on Tarack's shoulder, "my apprentice you shall be, you have much rage young one, much...power, now then...repeat after me.."

Tarack said the words, and made him self believe them, whatever he had to do to gain this power the stranger possessed, but the last line of the vow hung in the air filling Tarack with rage; the rage that would drive him the rest of his life.

"THE FORCE SHALL SET ME FREE"

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