Manually added by Grand Master Telaris "Mav" Cantor

Manually added by Master Marick Tyris

Alabaster skin, eyes pools of black
Leading his men at the front of an attack
Sharpened teeth gleam in the light
crushing enemies with all his might

Manually added by Privateer Vosiri Lightscrest

Calenhad stood in silence within the confines of the Low Altitude Assault transport. The LAAT carried himself as well as 12 troopers of Clan Naga Sadow’s line infantry. They were under the command of Sergeant Anderson, a man Calenhad met during the siege of the Collective base on Ruuria. Calenhad held respect for this man who survived the Shikari huntress ambush alongside himself. The lights within the cabin flickered on as the LAAT continued its descent towards the planet Ryloth. Calenhad took a deep breath as he prepared to address his men. “Our orders are to rendez-vous will Tasha’vel upon the planets surface. I have been told that further instructions will be given then. You men have all been tested through combat. The fires of Ruuria forged you into soldiers. Now I ask you all to follow me into the unknown on Ryloth. Who is with me?!” There was a brief pause before Anderson called “We’re with you sir!” The call was echoed by the 11 other soldiers. “Glad to hear the excitement boys” the LAAT pilot exclaimed. “Approaching the LZ in 3...2...1.” The LAAT touched down upon the dusty ground. The doors of the LAAT opened and the soldiers exited the aircraft. Calenhad stepped out the vehicle as the pilot called out to him. “I’ll remain within comm range just in case you need a bit of fire support.” Calenhad nodded towards the man. “I appreciate it.” Calenhad and the infantrymen began to move north across the rocky ground. After a few minutes a blue figure could be seen sitting beside a heavily modified X-wing. Calenhad approached the figure and inclined his head respectfully. “You requested my presence Tasha’vel?” The sapphire Twi’lek glanced at Calenhad and the soldiers behind him. “I take it that you have heard of the Blackguard unit?” Calenhad paused in thought. “They are an organization that guard the Consul and Proconsul.” Tasha’vel nodded. “We are currently holding exams for two positions within the Blackguard. I figured as an up and coming member of Clan Naga Sadow you would appreciate the chance to take the exam.” Surprise flickered across Calenhad’s face. “I’m honored.” Tasha’vel smiled. “Your assignment is to retrieve the Blackguard Token that was stolen by a group of bandits. You may use any means necessary to achieve your mission but keep in mind that I will be watching you to assess your abilities.” “Where is this camp of bandits?” Calenhad replied. “Continue northward, they are a bit difficult to miss.” Calenhad nodded and began walking northward alongside Anderson and his men. Tasha’vel was soon proven right. 4 Flarestar class Weequay ships sat in a semicircle. Dozens of Weequay were visibly drunk and singing around a large table. Calenhad and the troopers looked at the scene in disbelief. Anderson twitched beside him. “Are we truly seeing this sir?” Calenhad looked at the sergeant then looked back at the scene. “I believe we are Anderson. Either way it makes things easier for us.” Calenhad turned to address his men. “We are going to go in quickly and with maximum fire power. We lack the means to take prisoners so don’t bother leaving any alive. The objective is to recover the Blackguard Token above all else.” “Sir, yes sir!” the men called. Calenhad activated the commlink on his right ear. “It looks like we could use that fire support after all. There is a camp of Weequay bandits north of my position. Do you mind softening them up for us?” “Right away sir” the pilot replied. Calenhad turned toward his men. “Once the LAAT makes its gun run we are going in. Remember keep your eyes peeled for the Blackguard Token.” “Yes sir!” the men replied. The LAAT came screaming into view. It soared past the soldiers and unloaded its rocket pods into the Weequay camp. Explosions filled the camp alongside pools of blood and missing limbs. Calenhad grabbed his saber with his right hand and his electrowhip in his left. “For the Brotherhood!” Calenhad yelled as his saber ignited into a beam of crimson. Calenhad moved briskly toward the camp deflecting blaster shots from the few bandits coherent enough to respond the the attack. Any opposition was swiftly dealt with by the 12 men behind him. The battle was anticlimactic and lasted for less than 3 minutes. Calenhad looked at the devastation around him. “Anderson, I want the bodies brought back to my lab for further study.” The sargeant looked up from his search. “Of course sir.” Calenhad closed his eyes and immersed himself in the Force. He let his senses wash over the bodies until he felt a unique signature. He held his hand out towards the strange feeling out grasped it with the Force, pulling it toward him. A small object flew from the neck of the dead Weequay into Calenhad’s outstretched hand. Calenhad opened his eyes to view the Blackguard Token sitting in his palm.

Calenhad sat with legs crossed in the center of his room. The room was blissfully silent for once as Calenhad's droid S4-Dow was currently undergoing maintenance. The droid was a trusty companion but sometimes did not know when to be quiet. Calenhad closed his eyes and began to sink into the vast living Force upon Sepros when a shiver traveled down his spine. Calenhad immediately opened his eyes and sent a pulse of the Force outward toward his door. The Force had sent him a warning with that shiver, something that he would not take for granted. As the pulse traveled through the door Calenhad felt 3 beings standing outside his door. One seemed nervous as his finger twitched over the trigger of his blaster rifle. The others seemed to exude hatred into the very air around them as they planted an explosive upon the door. The door exploded inward and the soldiers began to breach the room. Calenhad was already on his feet with lightsaber in hand. The first soldier entered the room only to receive a red blade through the abdomen. The nervous soldier fired at Calenhad in a panic. Calenhad brought his lightsaber up to deflect the shot which ricocheted into the other soldier due to the close proximity. Calenhad stepped forward and lashed out with his left fist, shattering the windpipe of the nervous soldier. Calenhad stood over the soldier, who squirmed in pain as he struggled to breathe. Calenhad placed his right foot upon the soldier's knee and gradually applied his weight. The bone began to creak until it broke with a Snap! The soldier wheezed in pain from his knee and lack of air. Calenhad watched the soldier squirm with a smirk upon his face. The soldiers struggles ceased as he lay still with wide eyes. Calenhad looked around him at the three bodies. 'Hmm' he thought 'Erik mentioned a interest in the technological implants utilized by the Collective. I suppose that I could recover some from these soldiers after my investigation.' Calenhad dragged the 3 bodies into the corner of his room. Well, room was a bit of a misname. Calenhad lived in a small shack built outside the ruins of the Temple of Shadow. A shack that was now missing its door due to the actions of the dead Collective soldiers. Calenhad grabbed his medical backpack and slung it over his back. Calenhad exited the shack and began to walk into the forest. Periodically he would use the Force to probe the jungle for signs of life. Calenhad stilled as he felt a massive amount of hatred concentrated in a small area. Calenhad crouched down and began to make his way toward the area. Calenhad proceeded slowly and mindful of any twigs that would cause a sound if stepped on. After a few minutes Calenhad came upon a horrifying sight. Dozens of transports sat upon the forest floor surrounded by hundreds of Collective foot soldiers. There was no way for Calenhad to contact DarkHawk or the other higher ranking members of Clan Naga Sadow, at least not with his meager commlink. Calenhad’s gaze was drawn to the transport nearest him. If he could manage to steal the ship he would be able to contact DarkHawk and inform him of the impending assault. Calenhad took a deep breath and began to wrap the Force around him like a cocoon. He started by wrapping his feet, then slowly spiraled the Force around his body like a snake. A minute later and the cocoon was formed and Calenhad had vanished from view. Calenhad began to walk toward the transport. He moved at a snail’s pace, unwilling to risk detection by the Collective. He successfully managed to approach the back of the transport without alerting the Collective. He then steeled himself and grasped the ramp with the Force. He began to pull the ramp down with Force, inch by agonizing inch. A shrill scraping sound echoed throughout the camp alerting the soldiers to Calenhad’s position. The ramp hit the ground as pain blossomed in Calenhad’s left shoulder. Blasterfire filled the air as Calenhad ignighted his saber. The blade swung in crimson arcs, intercepting blasts that would have ended Calenhad. He began to slowly move backward up the ramp. His right knee buckled as a blaster shot slammed into it. Calenhad forced himself to his feet and swirled the Force around his knee to dull the pain. His shoulder ached as Calenhad entered the ship. He slammed his right hand onto the button to close the ramp, only for nothing to happen. Calenhad realised in horror that forcing the ramp down broke the locking system that would hold it in place. “Frack!” Calenhad yelled as he threw himself in the pilots seat and began to start the ships systems. He flipped on the autopilot as he heard footsteps approaching behind him. Calenhad slipped a throwing knife into his left hand which he threw at the nearest Collective soldier approaching him. The blade sunk deep into the soldiers eye, who fell to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut. Calenhad’s left shoulder exloded in agony and he grit his teeth in pain. Calenhad focused upon that pain, allowing it to consume him. Force Lightning arced out of his left hand and slammed into a Collective soldier. The soldier flew into the air and out of the ascending transport. The last Collective soldier jabbed his electrostaff into Calenhad who began to spasm wildly. Calenhad fell to the floor gasping in pain. The Collective soldier raised his staff to bring it down upon Calenhad. Instincts screaming at him, Calenhad grabbed the soldiers ankle and reinforced his grip with the Force. The soldiers ankle shattered and he fell onto the starship floor. Calenhad grabbed his vibrodagger with his right hand and fell upon the soldier hacking and slashing. Blood painted the walls of the ship as the soldier valiantly tried to block the blade with his hands. Those bloodied hands hit the ground as blood pooled on the floor. Calenhad rolled off the man and proped his body against the wall. His body tremored from pain and adrenaline. Calenhad forced himself into a healing trance as the ship continued to fly through the jungle.

The Y-wing dropped out of hyperspace above the jungle planet of Sepros. Calenhad brought the ship downward in a slow descent toward the forest floor. With the practice of an experienced pilot, Calenhad gracefully set the ship down upon the forest floor. Calenhad opened the cockpit of the ship and vaulted over the edge. His feet landed upon the forest floor and he took a deep breath. “It’s good to be back” he stated as he felt the Force flow through the forest. Life flourished among the large wroshyr trees and emotion flowed freely upon Sepros. Calenhad turned toward his astromech S4-Dow. “Stay with the ship S4-Dow. Etah gave me permission to borrow it and I expect to return it in one piece.” The droid whirred disappointedly. “Master, does this mean that there is no meatbags for me to kill? Oh, how dreadfully boring. Certainly there is something better for me to do?” Calenhad let out a sigh at his droids antics. “Just make sure the ship is in one piece S4-Dow.” Without waiting for a response Calenhad walked off into the forest. Confident of the Force’s ability to warn him of any danger Calenhad allowed it to lead him through the forest. He eventually found himself before the long destroyed Temple of Shadow. “I suppose you have something to show me?” Calenhad spoke, hoping the Force would send some sort of response. Only silence awaited him. Calenhad knelt before the ruins and opened himself up to the Force. The vastness of the galaxy swirled around him. Life was created, emotion flared. Happiness, love, hope, anger, jealousy, hatred, all flowed past him. Just as it began, life ended. A mere speck upon the great canvas of time. Calenhad opened his eyes to see a elegant garden with flowing fountains instead of the ruins he expected. “Well this is….different” he stated as he looked quizzically around the room. “Have you sought the tranquility of the Room of a Thousand Fountains?” a voice called from across the room. Calenhad turned toward the voice to see a young Mirialan female entering the room. “Yes, that is correct’ Calenhad answered quickly while attempting to collect his thoughts. ‘Didn’t the academy teach that the Room of a Thousand Fountains was located in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant? Why is the Force showing me this? This can’t merely be a vision if the girl is able to see me.’ The girl’s voice brought Calenhad out of his thoughts. “Excuse me Master?” the girl stated politely. “You may call me Calenhad. What is your name girl?” “Barriss Offee” she replied. Calenhad paused in thought. ‘Why did this girl seem familiar? Barriss Offee...Offee….Offee, Wait a moment, that was the Jedi responsible for the bombing of the Jedi Temple in the months leading up to the end of the Clone Wars.’ “I have been rather troubled as of late Barriss. The Jedi are not what they once were. “Why do you say that master?” she asked. Calenhad gazed into her blue eyes. “I speak of the nature of the Jedi Order in this conflict young Barriss. Do you remember how this conflict started?” She answered immediately. “Of course I do. The Jedi launched a rescue mission to free Masters Kenobi and Skywalker as well as Senator Amidala.”
“That is where you are wrong I am afraid. Of course the media will portray it as such. The glorious Republic goes off to war to rescue it’s captured citizens. But did you consider the army the Jedi used to fight? The Clones did not appear overnight after all. No, my dear, the clones take years to properly grow and mature. It takes time for a slave to learn its new routine after all. This is what the Republic and by extension the Jedi Order has become. We are no better the the slavers in service of the Hutt Cartel. But this is not the worst thing to consider. Why don’t you ask Master Kenobi what the purpose of the Clone Army is? The Jedi Order could not have possible known that a war would break out on a galactic scale all those years ago now could they? So why was such a massive army commissioned?” The mirialan looked disturbed by the outpour of information. “I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that question Master.”
“The Jedi have lost their way Barriss. They seek political gain and involve themselves in the Senate. It is not enough for Yoda to control the entire Jedi Order. No, he must have the entire Republic with his grasp. We have become the very oppressors that we claim the Separatists are.” Calenhad could feel his form slipping as the Force called him back to his time. “Just think about what I have told you Barriss” Calenhad called, as he faded back to Sepros. His orange eyes gazed upon the Temple of Shadow and a smirk blossomed upon his lips. “The seeds have been planted within her mind. Now it is only a matter of time before they bear fruit.”

Calenhad nervously tapped his foot against the floor of the Lambda class shuttle. Clan Naga Sadow had begun their assault on the Collective world of Ruuria and he was late! Battlemaster DarkHawk would not be pleased if he found out his apprentice was late. He despised inefficiency, especially within the Sith Empire. ‘I better hurry up and make myself useful then’ Calenhad thought. The Shuttle began its descent toward the planet. Fire burned in pockets throughout numerous buildings, structures that once stood as tall monuments to the power of the Collective were now reduced to rubble by the awesome might of Clan Naga Sadow. The Sadow Legion marched among the destruction, a sea of white armor garnished by dirt and blood. The Lambda shuttle touched down and Calenhad was on his feet in a moment. The ramp lowered and Calenhad bolted out of the shuttle. Calenhad ran past the mass of white until a glint of color caught his eye. He turned toward the source to see a shining captain insignia upon a soldier’s pauldron. The soldier snapped to attention and saluted Calenhad upon his arrival. “Soldier, where was Battlemaster DarkHawk last seen?” The soldier paused for a moment. “The Battlemaster went in pursuit of the enemy special forces known as the Shikari sir.” Calenhad wracked his brain for any mention of these so called Shikari. He remembered something about a group of female soldiers said to be excellent shots and stealthy combatants. Nothing more seemed to come to him so he decided to get moving. “Carry on soldier.” Calenhad walked away in pursuit of his Master. As he walked Calenhad slipped his hand into his robe and pulled out his communicator. “Heard that we get to hunt the hunters today master. Where should I meet you?” Calenhad spoke into the device. There was a moment of silence before the device cranked to life. “You will not be joining me today Calenhad. I have another assignment for you. The seniority of Clan Naga Sadow are split between the pursuit of the retreating forces as well as the search for the Shikari. I need you to work together with our military forces to keep order in what remains of the city. Am I understood?” “Of course master.” Calenhad replied. With a deep sigh Calenhad returned his communicator to his robe. He began to retrace his steps back toward the captain. As he walked he breathed deeply as the force filled him with the pain and suffering of those around him. He face remained blank but there seemed to be a little more pep to his step. “Captain” he called out as he walked toward the Sadow soldiers. “Is there a problem sir?” The captain asked, face indistinguishable under his helmet. “I’ve been reassigned to aid you in the pacification of the city.” Calenhad said. “Is there a specific area that is giving your men trouble?”
“Yes sir” the Captain said “We have encountered resistance from remnants of technocratic soldiers near the western side of town. They are holed up in a building across from the bridge and have heavy weapons in the form of an E-web sir.”
“I see” Calenhad stated. He remembered learning about the use of E-Webs during the Battle of Hoth. The Imperial Army utilizes the E-Web to suppress rebels in the trenches and allow their men to storm Rebel fortifications. The E-Web possessed an incredible rate of fire and even one shot could be deadly. It was no wonder that the Sadow troops were unable to cross the bridge into the western part of town. “Gather your men Captain, we are going to deal with that E-Web.” Calenhad and the Sadow soldiers walked toward the western edge of town. As they walked Calenhad saw medics tending to wounded Sadow soldiers. Despite his medical training, Calenhad forced himself not to aid these men. His mentor had begun to impart a dislike of wasteful activity, especially in terms of human life. The best way to end the pain of these men would be to stop the cause in the first place-the E-Web turret would have to be removed. Finally the bridge came into view. Smoking craters lined the surface of the bridge, at least the surfaces not covered by bodies in white armor. Calenhad could see the glint of metal from the building at the far end of the bridge. However he was unable to see how many men were operating the E-Web. Calenhad immersed himself in the Force. It ripples and spread all around him. He could feel the Sadow troops behind him and the lifeless bodies on the bridge. He could also feel 3 new presences, likely members of the Collective. Calenhad focused on the feeling of those men and unclipped his lightsaber from his robe. He burned the location of these men into his mind before throwing his saber low to the ground. Calenhad guided the saber with the Force, keeping it parallel to the ground and hard to detect. As it grew closer to the presences he wrenched the blade upward and into the E-Web. The time for subtlety was over. Calenhad pulled the lightsaber back into his hand using the Force. He proceeded to step forward but faltered and grimaced when he felt the exhaustion of exercising such control over the Force. Calenhad knelt down and immersed himself in the Dark Side of the Force. He could feel the lives of soldiers across Ruria being cut short during combat. The screams of wounded soldiers echoed in his ears and resonated as a twisted symphony. Calenhad stood back up, exhaustion forgotten in the suffering that was to come. Calenhad stepped forward onto the bridge. The remaining 2 Collective soldiers opened fire on Calenhad and the men advancing around him. Each shot was intercepted by a swing of Calenhad’s lightsaber and thrown harmlessly to the side. The Sadow soldiers returned fire and quickly overwhelmed the 2 sharpshooters. The Captain and his men formed a line by the door. The Captain raised his white boot and kicked out towards the door. There was a loud noise followed by a flash of light. When the light vanished there was no trace of the Captain of his men. “Ambush” a voice called out from behind Calenhad. A group of tan women with dreadlocks approached from all sides. “Shikari” Calenhad growled as the women continued to close in on the remaining Sadow soldiers. Calenhad gripped his saber tightly with both hands and prepared for the fight of his life.

Upon the desolate world of Iktoch the symbol of the Republic sat engraved into the sandy ground. It had been carved by early Iktochi millennia ago as a beacon to the early Republic. The Iktochi race served the Jedi order well, excellent seers and pilots who could not only predict the future, but work to change it. This rich history of his mighty people surrounded Calenhad as he knelt by the engraved symbol. Truthfully, Calenhad had other things to do right now. The last thing Calenhad desired was to enrage his master. Battlemaster DarkHawk was already a fearsome training partner without excess anger fueling him. Calenhad felt a shiver travel down his spine as he remembered the pain his master could inflict. Calenhad had been younger then, perhaps around age 14, and enamored with the power the Force could grant him. He had attempted a foolish frontal assault against an opponent who could crush him in an instant-which he had no problem doing. As Calenhad charged toward his opponent, saber held high and the Dark Side flowing to his legs, DarkHawk seemed completely at ease. With barely any effort used he raised his right hand and aimed it toward Calenhad. Lightning shot forth and slammed into Calenhad’s advancing form. “Augh” Calenhad screamed out as his nerves burned from the electricity. DarkHawk lowered his hand a moment later, mercifully allowing Calenhad to collapse to the floor. “It is beyond foolish to charge head on against an opponent who is clearly stronger than you. You must test his defenses and find his weakness before he can utterly destroy you. It is a task easier said than done, but you are still young. I am confident that with time you will learn. If not, then you will die for making me waste my time. Am I understood?” DarkHawk watched his apprentice stand on shaking legs with yellow eyes blazing in anger. “Yes, my master” Calenhad said with teeth grinding against each other. DarkHawk then drew his lightsaber and ignited the brilliant blue blade. “Now we shall test your skill with a saber. Rest assured I shall not electrocute you this time.”
Calenhad drew his focus back to the present when he heard the whine of a ship’s engine. Perhaps this is why the Force had demanded he come to his home world. It had sent him a vision after all. Two blurry figures wielded blue and red lightsabers which crashed against each other. The carving of the Republic symbol glowed before the vision ended. ‘I must stop getting distracted so easily’ Calenhad thought to himself as he felt a presence in the Force coming closer. The presence reeked of the light side and seemed to almost overpower Calenhad’s senses. “Jedi” Calenhad growled as he stood up and grabbed his lightsaber from his belt. The presence grew closer and closer until Calenhad could see the outline of a feminine figure. The figure walked even closer and revealed light green skin with lidless eyes and tendrils hanging from her head. It was the woman who killed his family and kidnapped his brother! “Rargh” Calenhad yelled in rage as he ignited his saber and charged toward the woman. The Dark Side purred in pleasure as hate fueled his charge. The woman reacted instantly, igniting her lightsaber and catching Calenhad’s blow with one hand. “Have we met before?” She asked curiously. “Where is my brother?!” Calenhad shouted, practically frothing in rage. “You’ll have to be more clear than that. I’ve killed many Sith over the years.” She said condescendingly. Calenhad broke the saber lock and brought his blade up for another strike. “Where is Mordred!” He screamed as he swung with all of his power. Once again the blow was easily deflected by the Jedi. She began to chuckle as she said “Little Mordred had a brother this entire time, how quaint.” Calenhad growled as he threw his lightsaber towards his opponent. The blade spun, forming a disc of red energy which hurtled toward the Jedi. The Jedi raised her hand and enveloped the blade with the Force. The blade’s speed began to slow until it fell harmlessly into the sand. The Jedi glanced back toward Calenhad only to see a cloud of black smoke. “Petty tricks will not help you” She smugly said, as she remained standing in place. The Force warned her of an incoming threat so the Jedi threw herself to the left. A throwing knife flew past where her head was. “Getting better now but you still haven’t put a scratch on me.” The smoke cleared to reveal Calenhad charging toward her position. “My my, you still haven’t learned a thing” She said, while shaking her head in exasperation. Then Calenhad’s form began to blur. ‘He’s an illusion’ she thought in horror. ‘Behind’ the Force screamed as the Jedi spun to confront her foe. Calenhad’s vibroblade was swung downward with a vengeance, but it never met its foe. The Jedi swung her lightsaber faster than the eye could track, it arced upward into Calenhad’s face, narrowly missing his left eye. “Augh” Calenhad screamed in pain as he fell to his knees. The Jedi walked forward and kicked the vibroblade away with contemptuous ease. “I guess there is a reason the Force guided me to your brother after all. You are far too weak to have been chosen as my apprentice.” The Jedi then noticed Calenhad getting back to his feet. The Jedi threw her left leg into a textbook sidekick, which smashed into Calenhad’s right knee. The bone shattered and Calenhad collapsed screaming in pain. “Now now, you shouldn’t be so loud, some unsavory person may hear you and come to finish the job.” The Jedi looked down at her broken foe. “I suppose as an apology for what happened to your family I shall spare you this one time. If we happen to cross paths again that will not be the case.” The Jedi turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the injured Sith to his fate.