Thread: Me and Tas - Can he really change?

td tdtd Lycus was walking to the training when he saw a couple of children that were harassing another younger boy. Hey... he said, sticking up for the other. They weren't necessarily hurting him, just giving him a hard time. Lycus had grown his jedi powers quite a lot at a very young age. He looked at them and spoke. You will turn around and go to class and leave this boy alone. You won't bother him anymore. He said. He was young, but he acted beyond his years. The boys repeated it back to him and turned around to leave the boy alone as they were told. Lycus turned a smile onto the other, his eyes bright. Hey, my name is Lycus. he said, outstretching his hand to the other. From that day, the boys were inseparable. Lycus was now 15 and the other was 13, both of them were the best of friends. One day, the sky darkened and something shot down from the sky. Lycus looked at his friend. Run! He said, but he had said it a moment too late, A cloaked figure with a red saber ran at him and used a push attack to bring the ceiling down, between Lycus and his friend. Lycus shouted for his friend banging his fist against the hardened stone. No!!!! He thought his friend to be dead as he sat banging on the stone. The figure yanked the male from the ground and drug him towards the ship, taking him away to never be seen at the jedi temple again. Today was his graduation into becoming a Jedi Master. His request to his master was that he go off on his own. Despite the warnings from his master, he was given the okay to seek out his friend. They had told him that doing so would only invite the darkness, it would only corrupt him and turn him towards the sith but he refused. He told them it wouldn't and continued on his stubborn adventure. He was told that his friend wasn't alive, but just as a master can feel their student, a friend can feel another friend through the force. He could feel his friend, and he knew he was still alive, faint as it was, he tugged at that bond. He used it to track down Derek and he would bring him home. Or so he thought. His trip took him to a planet that was dirty, toxic in fact, special masks were needed to breath the fumes. He did come prepared, and he pulled the mask on to keep from breathing in the noxious gas. With his saber attached at his belt, he exited his ship leaving it docked as he walked out onto the dirt. Below his feet, the rancor mud pulled his boots into the filth. A disgusting planet, just one he would expect a sith to be hiding amongst. After the great Jedi and Sith war when Jedi's turned darkside and Sith had ruled over a lot, the Jedi finally got a hand in the battle and this must be where they cast them, those lucky to live. Ignoring how his feet sunk in the muk, he continued trudging on, the feeling of the bond getting stronger the closer he got. He could almost hear his friend's voice again. It had been 6 years since the day Derek had been taken by the Sith, he was likely only 19 now, where as Lycus was 21. More than old enough to make his own decisions. His choice was to come here, to find Derek, to 'save' him. Question was, was there anything of Derek left to save? Lycus knew very little of the way of the sith, knowing only that they use mental torment and trickery to force loyalty. Likely telling him that Lycus never looked for him, and didn't care he was gone, hammering details like that into his mind. Lycus tried, many times over the years but had been stopped, like everyother time. Told that he was not to leave because he was still a padawan, or a sage, he was only permited to leave when he had nothing left to be learned from his master, seeking his own padawan. Or so they thought. The council didn't know of Lycus's plans, or they would have put a stop to it. The master didn't tell them, nor did Lycus fully explain his intent to his master, neither. td