Hi all, I am currently working on a series of tales that revolve around my character and the costuming group I am part of The Hand of Korriban, these tales are a work in progress, my grammar skills are not the best and these are first drafts so if anyone spots anything that needs changing please let me know.
Tales from The Darkside Compendium
The Sith Lord known as Rins’zler didn’t always go by that name; it was during the Old Republic Era that a young Mandalorian was born. Jandos Phyleus Kalinor, son of a well-known Mandalorian Mercenary, Jaga Kalinor. Kalinor had no homeworld to speak of, he was born on-board his families vessel during a quiet period in the hunting season.
The Kalinor family were successful Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters, and their son wanted for nothing growing up. Kalinor had the finest education that any Mandalorian could hope for, and as soon as he was able to hold a blaster, Jaga began to teach him the family trade. By the age of 16 Jandos entered the Mandalorian Training Program to become a fully-fledged Super Commando like his mother and father, the training was long and arduous but Kalinor exceled at it and revelled at the challenges it offered him. It was 3 years later that he graduated from the training program and was granted his own suit of Mandalorian Armour; it was around this joyous time in his life that disaster struck, his parents were employed to hunt a criminal but things went wrong, the contract had been false and the person they were hunting was a Jedi knight, one who had vowed to rid the galaxy of Mandalorian filth. The Jedi slew Jaga and Meree Kalinor in the name of the republic and vanished into the stars, Jandos, or more accurately Shadow Stalker, the name he had taken upon becoming a Super Commando, was distraught, his life began to unravel around him and his path became blurred.
Anger filled the young man, so much anger that he thought it would kill him, he vowed to have revenge on the Jedi who had murdered his parents, but he was amess and in no state to fight a wamp rat let alone a Jedi, it was then that the mysterious man arrived to see him. A man, cloaked in black and darkness came to see him in his Mercenary Chamber one day, this man spoke his name and asked if he could help him, Jandos cried out that he wanted to kill a Jedi, he screamed letting his anger burst out, the metal walls and shelves of his room crumpled and snapped, then it was over, the surge of energy declined and Jandos simply sat on the remains of his bed and cried. The Mysterious man spoke again and introduced himself as Darth Jarod, and offered to take Jandos with him and give him the chance to exact his revenge against this Jedi. The decision was an easy one and Jandos took the offer of Darth Jarod and left his Mandalorian past behind him and moved down a different path, the Path of the Sith.
Many years went by, Jandos had a clear strength in the force, and the anger that welled inside him provided him with clear and easy access to the Darkside of the force. He was trained by Darth Jarod in the dark arts of the force, passing many trials and coming close to death on several occasions, each time Darth Jarod reminded him of his parents, and the hate flowed through the young apprentice, keeping him alive. By the age of 26 Jandos Phyleus Kalinor was no more, instead in his place stood a new Sith Lord, Rins’zler, his hatred of the Jedi had opened him up to more dark energy than any of Jarod’s previous apprentices, and Rins’zler flew through the training program and impressed even the Dark Council. Rins’zler began to focus his training on the path of the Sith Inquisitor, opening himself up to even more of the Darkside, he visited Koriban, journeying through old temples and seeking the guidance of Sith lords long past. His trials and journeys took him across the galaxy where he slew many foolish Jedi in search for a single man, it wasn’t until he was granted the rank of Darth, replacing his former master upon his death, that he was finally able to track down the Jedi who had murdered his parents, Rins’zler wanted to thank the man, for it was his actions that lead him to this life, but he would thank him in a way so gruesome that even he may have nightmares about it.
The Jedi was a man named Arctrus; he had been expelled from the Jedi order for his actions against the Mandalorians, but still went around the galaxy attempting to carry out what he saw was his task. It was on Coruscant that he encountered the dark robed figure, Arctrus walked down the ramp of his ship and felt a warning in the force, standing there, waiting for him was a figured roped in black, its face hidden by a mask, reflective enough that Arctrus could see the fear on his own face, a voice emerged from the robed figure, the words were distorted, as if they were being said through some kind of temporal flux, but what was said put fear into his very soul. Rins’zler unleashed all of his anger and tore Arctrus from his feet, their suspended in mid-air he sent force lightning coursing through his body, he made sure that Jedi remained conscious through all of this, then utilizing a dark art, Rins’zler began to tear the Jedi’s Life force away from his body, Arctrus could feel his force energy, his essence being dragged away from his body and there was nothing he could do about it. Rins’zler waited until the moment when Arctrus was split between the force and his physical form and sent his lightsaber slashing through the air, cutting Arctrus in two, forever preventing him ever becoming one with the force. Revenge had been hand, now Rins’zler set his sights on other Jedi fools.
Rins’zler spent the next 3000 odd years jumping through time, utilising his unique physiology coupled with Arcane technology and Sith Sorcery, he was able to exist in stasis for many years, he emerged from hibernation on several occasions to keep track of events in the galaxy, he saw the fall of the republic and the clone wars, and the rise of the empire, and he next awoke during the height of the Empire, and watched as Darth Vader and his master brought peace to the galaxy with their Imperial forces. Rins’zler awoke finally during recent events during 30ABY an is currently analysing events and working out when best to reveal his presence to the Galaxy and the New Order.
Tales from the Dark Side
The Emergence of the Hand of Korriban
Death Brings Life
15 years had passed since the Emperor had been killed and the Deathstar destroyed, the galaxy was undergoing a great many changes, Emerging into this situation awoke the ancient Sith, Darth Rins’zler, he had jumped though time by utilising a combination of Sith Magic’s, and Stasis Technology, he had awoken due to a strange calling in the Dark Side of the Force. Centuries had passed and Rins’zler had awoken previously to see the Emperors reign come crashing down, not wishing to be part of this he once again retired to his stasis system. Some may wonder where he was able to hid for all this time, Lord Rins’zler was not always a Sith, he was Born a Mandalorian, and was trained as a Super Commando, therefore he did not lack skills in utilising his environment to his benefit, he was aided in this by his eternal partner Jen’ika, who, while Rins’zler remained in stasis, looked after his place of refuge, the Marauder Class Corvette ‘The Hand of Vengeance’.
Jen’ika was a unique individual, born a Sith Pureblood, she trained for years in the Dark arts of the Force, herself becoming a Sith Lord, she met Rins’zler and the two fell in love and together blazed a trail of Glory across the stars, the two Sith were married within two years, having several children, two of whom went onto become Sith warriors, the third joined the Mandalorians. The Darkside seemed to revolve around Rins’zler and his family, Passion after all was one of the greatest facets of the Darkside of the Force, however their lives were to come tumbling down during a battle with the misguided forces of the Republic, their three children were slain by the Jedi sending both Rins’zler and Jen’ika into a furious rage, they slaughtered hundreds of the Republics troopers and Jedi, stopping only when their forces were reluctantly made to retreat from the world under the cover of Harrower cruisers. Rins’zler and Jen’ika were distraught by the loss of their children, and began researching into ways of bringing the dead back through the Darkside.
The research finally struck gold upon the discovery of an ancient Sith Artefact that had the ability to bind the Soul of one who was strong in the Darkside into a Force Based Circuitry Device, The Sith Emperor himself granted Rins’zler permission and support in finding this artefact, the vast resources of the Sith Empire were put into motion to find this Artefact, and within weeks it was located, it seemed that within their grasp would be a way to bring their children back, alas it was not to be, the Republic had got wind of the search for the Artefact and the Jedi had been despatched to destroy this item of blasphemy.
The world was known as Orrund, in the future it would be a desolate world, stripped of life, but during this time the world thrived, yet hidden among its verdant landscape laid a Dark Foreboding Temple. Planet fall was met by multiple republic fighter squadrons, The Empires Elite wings of pilots began to duel with the Republic, buying time for the Sith to make it to the temple. Rins’zler landed the craft outside the temple and immediately he and his fellow Sith sensed that the Jedi had beaten them to their prize, and there, walking proudly from the temple came a score of 20 Jedi, with them they carried the Artefact, it was clear they were getting ready to destroy it, and without a word, the Sith ignited their blades and charged, the battle was brutal, the Sith were outnumbered 2/1 but they fought like possessed men and women, however it seemed that this battle would not be won, fearing this, Jen’ika entered the fray with murder in her hearts, she cut down 3 of the Jedi, but was caught by the lightsaber of a fourth, little did they know that this was to be their undoing. Rins’zler felt Jen’ika’s scream in the force, and could sense her energy dwindling away, he could not bear to have the death of the last of his family on his hands and he opened himself fully to the Darkside of the force, the skies darkened and black lightning began to fork from the sky, a whirlwind of Anger, Fury and Malevolence began to swirl around the combatants, standing in the middle, arms stretched to the sky stood Rins’zler, energy visibly flowed into him, the Force Storm began to engulf the planet stripping the world of its very life force and channelling it into the Dark storm of energy, the remaining Jedi looked terrified, they decided to attack the Sith lord, but their attempts were short lived, with the storm still devouring the living essence of the world, Rins’zler lowered his arms and once again took up his lightsaber, behind his mask glowed a dark sinister power. Bolts of light flew from his hand, incinerating several Jedi, his Red bladed Lightsaber was a alive with power, and flew through the air, slaying Jedi with wild abandon, Rins’zler walked over to the Artefact, picked it up and took it to wear his wife lay mortally wounded, words were not needed for what was about to happen, the Sith Lord, with one hand on the Device and one hand grasping his wife’s, he channelled the Darkside though the device and the Darkside Force of Jen’ika fled her failing body and went into the safety of the device.
Orrund was reduced to a barren waste land, its life force ended with the end of the Force Storm that had consumed it, the Jedi and the entire republic forces had equally been consumed, however the Forces of the Empire had remained largely unscathed. Those Sith who had survived the battle were permanently changed by the experience, for some, the exposure to that much Darkside energy was too much ad they would die soon after, however there were three Sith who would come to be greatly enhanced by the experience, of the three, Lord Rins’zler was the one who was blessed with the greatest changes, his physically body had quite literally bonded with the Darkside Energy, his physical form now resembled a black, fluid like shadow, the darkness seemed to swallow any who looked upon him. But what of Jen’ika, she remained within the Artefact, a device built using ancient technology in a similar way to the holocrons, there she would remain for eternity, safely with her husband.
Lord Rins’zler decided that he required space and time away from his Duties as a member of the Sith Council, and utilising his resources he commissioned a modified Marauder class Corvette to be built, this ship would be unique for it would incorporate force circuitry into its design, allowing Jen’ika the freedom of the ship, alongside this vessel, he had a score of 40 droids custom built, each would function as a crew member for this ship, operating its many fictions under the guidance of Jen’ika, however each droid would be given a level of sentience and basic understanding of the Darkside, making them loyal but lethal droids. It took three long moths, but The Hand of Vengeance was finally ready and they left for destinations unknown.
Neither Rins’zler nor The Hand of Vengeance was seen again, that was until they were picked up by New Order Probes in the Korriban System.
A Call from the Darkness
Rins’zler had awoken from his hibernation sequence earlier than he had planned, he communed with Jen’ika through the force, and she gave him a brief update on recent events, however both of them had felt the strange disturbance in the force, a calling, someone or something was calling to them across the vastness of space, Rins’zler cycled down the cryo systems and Jen’ika lifted the Vengeance from the surface of the Dead Planet they had been residing on, as fate would have it, their last resting point was the shattered remains of Orrund. The call was emanating from deep within the old Sith Empire, from a world both Rins’zler and Jen’ika knew very well…Korriban.
The Vengeance shot through hyperspace towards Korriban, each parsec closer they got, the stronger the calling was, on route they picked up faint sensor emissions, they had been scanned by several droids, of Imperial design, these must belong to the New Order, the IFF tags and markings on the Vessel denoted this ship as being one loyal to the old Imperium, so the droids paid it little mind, and simply forwarded their observations to the monitoring post. Six days passed before the ship finally reached Korriban, the force signal was emanating from a temple in the Northern Range of Mountains, The crew blasted the trees away to give the vessel enough space to land, and with a dull thud, the vengeance made contact with the surface. Jen’ika opened the forward ramp and deployed a score of droids to scout for hostile forces, the return report was clean, and the droids took up station around the ramp. Rins’zler dressed himself in his robes, his Ethereal form needed little in the way of protection, however he preferred the clothing, mainly from habit, the final piece was his mask, he had worn this mask for centuries, and it had seen the blood of Tyrants and Jedi alike.
Once he felt ready he descended the ramp, lightsaber in hand, there in front of him lay an ancient temple, the occupants name was startlingly familiar, it was the finally resting place of Lord Orak, one of the Sith who had also survived the Orrund event. Rins’zler entered the temple, he could feel eyes watching him, and clearly many Sith beasts guarded this place of rest. The scale of each room was vast, columns stretched up to the ceiling, which was a sky of vast darkness, the entire building radiated with Dark Energy and he felt himself Drawn towards a single room, in this room there was a round table, around which were arrayed a dozen stone chairs and from the shadowy depths emerged three other figures, one A Sith garbed in ancient Revanite era armour, another was a masked human and the third was a Sith Nautolan, the four of them found themselves drawn to specific seats, and they each sat down, from the centre of the table emerged an ancient hologram, the face of Rins’zler old friend adorned the visual ad it spoke “My friends, you have been called here this day for a very important purpose, if this message has been activated it means the Galaxy is in shambles, and it is time for the Sith to rise once again, you few have been chosen to bring about this revival” the hologram gestured at the armoured Sith "Darth Soleil, you have been chosen to lead this Council of the Sith, your skills with the Darkside have been foreseen by our greatest force users, "Vir Mortalis, your lineage was destined to bring you to this place, you will function as the second to the Leadership of this Council, The hologram turned to the Nautolan “Darth Manta, it was prophesised hundreds of years before your birth that you would be integral to this council as its protector and warrior arm”, the hologram turned last to face Rins’zler, “and you my old friend, I knew that you would never allow death to stop you, and I suspect that the changes wrought upon you have meant that you longer even fear the concept, you have been chosen as the advisor and intelligence officer, your knowledge and experience makes you a vital part of this council”, The hologram flickered, “you four have been chosen to form the new Empire, and from this day together you will be known as the Hand of Korriban, and this temple will be your home”, with that last statement the hologram flickered and faded, its ancient power supply now dead.
The Four Sith arrayed around the table looked at each other, deep down that each felt that this was their destiny and that they had been brought together to carry out this great task, it was Rins’zler who arose first, “brothers, for a thousand years or more I have awaited this day, I will gladly offer you my knowledge and experience, and as show of trust I will reveal to you my true face”, with that he removed his mask and lowered his hood, his head a mere shadow, dark and amorphous yet without any light, it was if it was composed of pure Darkness, the next to rise was Darth Manta “I too Pledge myself to this council, and will guard and protect it with my life if I must”, it was Vir and Soleil who arose last, "we are honoured by the opportunity or forebears have given us, The Hand of Koriban is now a reality and we shall go forth among the stars to find our brothers and sisters so that we may once again bring stability to the galaxy. With those last words, each of the Sith drew their lightsabers and activated them, the tips of the blades touching one another, the Hand was Born, and the Galaxy would once again know the Name Korriban.