User:Dark Lord Trayus

My fanon bio is at the top, personal stuff at the bottom

"There must always be a Darth Trayus-or in her case Traya- one who has been betrayed at heart, and will betray again in turn."

- Darth Trayus

Darth Trayus was an ancient Dark Lord of the Sith. Born Dan'i (unknown surname), he was believed to be the longest living Sith Lord in the history of the order, he survived throughout the Great Sith Wars, all the way into the Sith-Imperial War. One of his greatest contributions to the galaxy was the Trayus Academy on Malachor V. He would be one of the most influential beings the galaxy had ever seen, yet the majority of creatures inhabiting it would never know that he existed.

Early Life
Darth Trayus' exact date of birth is as of yet unknown, although it is believed he came into this galaxy sometime after the Great Hyperspace War. Very little is known of his youth besides the fact that he was orphaned at a young age and resorted to stowing away aboard cargo haulers in order to get from place to place and obtain food and shelter. He was once caught in the act of stealing food from a frieghter by its drunk pilot and crew, who proceeded to beat him with stun batons and bare fists. He was left with a slew of scars and a growing resentment to society. As he aged he began to relize his latent power although he was as of yet unsure as to what this power meant to him.

Discovery
Dan'i eventually found himself on the acient Sith world of Ziost, dropped of by a refueling cargo hauler. He wandered the area around the small landing platform and refueling station set up by the smugglers who often passed through the system. As he turned a corner around the perimeter of the facility, he was knocked unconciess. Hours later he awoke in a holding cell in an unknown building. As far as he could Dan'i could tell, it was old, and he was still on Ziost. He waited in his cell for someone to come and tell him why he had been imprisoned, but there weere no easy answers for him. As he began to think he was being jailed for more stealing, the walls of his force cage dropped. He left his cramped "living space" behind, begining to explore what was looking more and more like a temple of some kind. He made his way into a dark and shady room that looked like a meeting annex or chamber. Abruptly the doors closed behind him and candles around the room lit as if controled by magic. Figures appeared in throne-like chairs, although Trayus could tell that they were not present in reality. These shimmering spirits were in reality, the ghosts of the deseased Lords of the Sith. All of them were present, even those dating back to the first campaigns of General Xendor. They bestowed upon Dan'i a mission- to ensure the contiuation of the Sith Order thoughout the ages of the galaxy, at any cost or risk. He would be trained by them to be the next Dark Lord, but eventually the "official" title would have to be passed on to his apprentice. Even though he would not always be "the" Dark Lord, he would be the gaurdian of the order as a whole untill his dying day. Filled with the rage of the Dark Side, he agreed, and the title of Sith Apprentice was bestowed upon him by his predecessors. They were to be his Masters, for he needed to learn from all of the best...

Dark Academy Training
Apprenticed to all of the Dark Lords of the Sith that had existed over the past millenia, Dan'i exceeded all expectations of his masters. Training in the art of lightsaber combat with Tulak Hord, the finer points of minipulation with Naga Sadow, and the entricacies of the force with Marka Ragnos, he quickly became powerful enough to be given his first Sith trial. Armed with only a vibrosword and the force, he was to defeat and banish Tulak Hord back to the realm of Chaos. Tulak had become sympathetic to the boy by Sith standards, so the other Dark Lords decided that Hord was to be the first sacrifce for Dan'i. After Tulak agreed to the competition, the up-and-coming Sith Lord and the spirit of the long dead Sith Lord met in the dueling ring. Unexpectedly, the battle lasted a total of a minuite and 27 seconds. In the beginning it was the conventional duel, with Tulak winning as expected. The idea was to test Dan'i, not to make him defeat the greatest Sith swordmaster. As the two fought, Dan'i was delt a blow across the chest and he stumbled back onto the ground. When Hord began to advance, all of the spectators saw a shocked look on his face. He was halted half way to Dan'i and could not move, and slowly his spirit began to wither and dissolve. All eyes were on Dan'i now, whose own were a sulfuric yellow, veins crossing his gaunt face whilst staring Hord down. This young Sith initiate was sending Tulak Hord back to the realm of chaos. Within seconds, Dan'i was the only figure in the ring. Swiftly the spirit of Dark Lord Marka Ragnos addressed Dan'i.

"Young Sith, step forward. Today, you have done what even I could not at your age. You have defeated an ancient swordmaster in honrable combat without even touching him.  I believe a reward is in order here... even though you were not meant to destroy him."

- Marka Ragnos

With a wave of his hand, Ragnos summoned a flattened container with an ornate disgn on the surface. Without so much as a flinch, he used the force to open the container once it reached his waiting hands. The design in fact was not just decoration, but a lock, only openable with the force. Within the box were the two most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes on. Lying there were two new and polished curved lightsabers. Speechless, he grabbed the two weapons from the box and held them tightly. Holding the hilts in a crossed position, he activated them simultaneously. As he stared into the unending red glow, he knew his true destiny: Dark Lord and Gaurdian of the Sith.

Reassignment
Dan'i trained for days without rest, pushing his new toys to their limit. He traveled through the crystal forests of Ziost, rooted legendary beasts from their lairs for slaying, and dueled the remaining sword masters. Dan'i had mastered the Jar-Kai fighting style, but he was unable to take on substantial threats,for he was still on the mend frm the wound he sustained fighting Tulak Hord. A week after the wounds on his chest were fully closed, Dan'i was called to the meeting chamber by the Lords. In that darkened room, he was given a mission that was necessary to complete were he ever to become a Dark Lord. He was told by Ajunta Pall, now leading the Lords while Marka Ragnos' spirit reassimilated after a duel with Dan'i, that "[his] training as a Sith was nearly complete, yet [he] must delve into an arrogant and blinding light, to truly understand the dark." By the time he left the room, Dan'i knew what must be done-he had to learn the ways of the Jedi.

Preparations
"Show off."

- Unidentified Sith Spirit

Dan'i was finally deemed ready. In the months after he was given his assignment, the Lords began testing him to every limit imaginable. The training he originaly recieved was base-line stuff, the very minimum necessary for a Lord of his stature. Now his true learning had begun.

They tested his combat prowess with wave after wave of attack from feral and vicous beasts, lethal assassination and assault droids, and attacks from the Lords themselves. Often he was sent into the wilderness without his lightsabers, having to make do with the recources at hand. When he did spend the night in the Citadel, the Lords would send death squads, which they had mental dominion over, to kill him in his sleep. By the ninth night, what possesions he did keep in his room had either been stolen or destroyed by the squads, with the exception of his 'sabers. But he was still alive. He was alive and the Death Commandos were dead.

The Lords tested his physical resistance and health by the only way they were able to. Together, their combined strength was able to knock him unconcious for hours. In that time, they strung him up, injected him with poison after poison, and fed him lethal spores. When he awoke, his chest was criss-crossed with wounds from a rusty, dull, and old knife lying meters away. He could tell there were forign substances within his body, slowly killing him. Calling upon all the rage that he could muster, he broke free of his restraints. His eyes once again began to glow with a searing yellow and red color and his veins shown through his skin more so than the cuts. Standing alone in his torture chamber, hunched over from the pain, his anger began to overflow and distorc, bend and break the walls around him. Ancient stones fell from the cieling, and old medical terminals were ripped from the walls. With the flick of a wrist, Dan'i brought a support beam falling to the ground. The room around him began to colapse, and he was buried alive.

The Lords felt an echo through the force. Their protege was dead. All throughout the halls a telepathic message was sent out. There was to be a meeting in the convocation center, presided over by a revived Marka Ragnos. The Lords were to find a new plan of action before it was to late, but none knew where to begin. Abruptly, an explosion racked the halls. The lords rushed to the site to find smoldering ruble, crushed stone, and twisted durasteel scatered around the area. In the center of it all was a very much alive Dan'i. Inexplicably, the cuts had healed over and now were little more than large scars. It was what remained that disterbed and overjoyed the Sith Lords the most: those searing sulfer eyes, and a web-working of veins showing over his whole body. He was a Sith, this was sure to them. Now was the time to become a "Jedi".

Becoming a "Jedi"
"Welcome to The Order! You seem to be pretty green to the nature of The Force, so lets get started right away!" "Right...green, fool." "Did you say something?" "No, no... It was nothing..."

- Jedi Master Arca Jeth and Darth Trayus

Silly Pirate, Death is for ALL!
Dan'i left Ziost with no goodbyes or farewells from the Sith Lords. He didn't need it. He headed to the refueling station that he sustained that fateful concussion at so many years ago. He was sixteen now, young by most standards, but he had more power within him than most Coruscant politicians.

When he crossed the ridge overlooking the station, he knew something wasn't right. Smoke was rising from the Air Traffic Control Tower. It was under attack by pirates or Mandolorian Mercenaries. Understandable, seeing as how Ziost is so off the beaten path, the station's lack of defences would be obvious. Dan'i was excited. Now he could kill all of the people in the station with the excuse "they were in the way of my saving them". Of course, he wouldn't have needed an excuse anyway.

He began a brisk sprint down the ridge, encircling the walls of the tower. He entered the main door by blowing it off its hinges with the force, rather than just swinging it open. Immediatly the pirates, and it was obvious that they were pirates now, turned from plundering the stores to bring their weapons bearing on Dan'i. A shrill laugh echoed from Dan'i's mouth, and the room lit with blaster fire. When the smoke from stray bolts hitting the walls was clear, 4 of the pirates were dead, killed by friendly fire, but Dan'i was no where to be found."Looks like we got ourselves a magician, boys. Blow up the tower if you must, I dont want one kid botching such a simple thing for us!"commanded their stout captain, as he began rushing out the gaping hole that use to be the doorway.

After the explosives were primed, but before the pirates could set them, all of the pins in the frag grenades on their chest fell out, and the activator switches on thier thermal detonators were switched to the "on" position, as if by magic. That explosion, along with the resulting explosions from the bombs, killed everyone in the tower. The "magician" managed to get out before the pns were pulled though.

Dan'i followed the Pirate commander into the refueling center, working his way through the dust cloud that resulted from the once-standing ATC Tower. he blew his way through the center's gaurd droids and the pirates indescriminatly, killing all that stood in his way, and even those that didn't.   Dan'i was on a roll, and he ahdn't even drawn his lightsabers yet. But he figured, if I have them, why not use them? He grabbed his 'sabers from his belt, activated them, and hunted down every last being in the area. The path to the captain was clear now, save for the rubble. He cornered the cowering man, who was begging for mercy. Coldly, Dan'i replied "Mercy? What the hell is that?"  He brought the lightsabers down like an axe on the man's torso. He was ready to go now. After all, he did have a flight to catch...

"Landing" on Coruscant
Dan'i, after taking the one remaining freighter in the Ziost station, took the ship into far orbit and jumped into hyperspace, destined for Coruscant. The trip would take days, but he brought no food or rations. He wanted to try out a Sith Meditation technique that would keep him in a near-catatonic, but controlable state. A week later, he emerged from his meditation as the ship emerged from hyperspace. He began to pull the ship into low orbit around the city-planet of Coruscant. He began queing up comms. channels to hail the dock authority. Dan'i began to wonder: he was about to walk into a nest of hypocritical mind-reading Jedi. He couldn't just walk up to their Temple, knock on the door, and ask for an application. He had to be found. He cut off comm. with the authority and began shutting down all unnecassary systems. Reaching out with the Force, he began crushing the engines. He did all he could to keep the life support systems opperational, but he was working in complete darkness now, with the exception of the stars themselves and the solar reflection from the plants surface. The sub-lights began to crack and fizzle, and the temperature in the cockpit began to rise rapidly. Oxygen was still flowing hroughout the ship, but it was slowly becoming less and less breathable. Finally Dan'i felt the jolt of a sonic boom, and he knew he was entering the atmosphere.

With all the energy he could spare, Dan'i began sending anonomous images of his own death to all force-sensitves he could reach. He knew this would work, because he felt hundreds of inquisitve mids returnig the message with "Who is this? Where are you?". The freighter was ablaze, surrounded by the fires of reentry. When he knew his presence was felt by the Jedi, he began to slow his seemingly uncontrolable decent. He knew he couldn't stop the doomed ship all together, and that he would end up crashing into the city-scape. But, more importantly, he knew that if he could project a force bubble around him,he would live. And, by surviving, he would astound the Jedi who would find him and secure a osition as an apprentice in this rediculous Order. He could now see the upper-most layer of the planet, a gleaming ecumopolis, filled with potential and futures.

He was mere miles from the surface now, and Dan'i brought up his force bubble. Braced for impact, his ship came crashing into layer upon layer of durasteel and permacrete. He could feel dozens of live being extinguished underneath the ship, and he added to the casualties by gently pushing the shrapnel and rubble farther away with the force, causing a further radius of destruction. When the freighter came to rest, Dan'i quickly entered his Sith Meditation Coma so that he would be found "unconcious".

"Jedi Intiate"
Dan'i awoke from his trance days later. He immidiatly knew he was submersed in a Kolto tank. As his senses came bake on line he knew the sensors attached to the outside of the tank would begin to chime and sound off. The Kolto immediatly began to drain from the tank, and soon it was low enough so that he could stand on the bottom instead of floating. Dan'i removed his breahthing apparatus on his own and looked around the small room in this Jedi medical facility. There was one woman in the room, a young Zabrak, appearing to be about Dan'i's age. Oddly enough she was staring intently at him, and not the sensors. It was only then that Dan'i realized that he was standing completely naked in a transparent tank. The Zabrak, he noticed, was rather pretty, but he still tried to cover himself, out of necessity to keep character, even though he couldn't blame her for staring.

After being released from the tank, he walked towards the young lady confidently. "Hi, I'm Dan'i" he said, reaching out to shake her hand. She was still staring in a trance-like awe. Dan'i was doing what he could to keep his viens from showing through his skin, but he couldn't supress them all. "H...Hi, sorry, I...um...I'm Rantessa Kelm, a student here at the temple. Y...You've been out of it for days.  When master Arca and the others found you, they all thought you wern't going to make it," said the Zabrak. Slowly and reluctantly, she handed a towel to Dan'i, trying to get one last look in. Dan'i wrapped it around himself and asked what had happened,, even though he knew perfectly well what had transpired. Rantessa handed him more clothes and began to explain that the Jedi had felt his call and came to the crash site immediatly. Dan'i told her that he was just trying to get away from his home planet, where bandits had slaughtered his family. He explained how he took the family shuttle and headed off for the center of the galaxy, and that for some reason his sub-light engines gave out before he could land safely. "I didn't even know I had The Force, let alone be able to transmit images through to people", Dan'i lied. This was fun and easy for him, and he was realizing what the Dark Lords meant when they had told him that the Jedi were weak minded fools. He kept one thought in the back of his mind though: This one has potential.

Dan'i finished dressing and followed Rantessa to the living quarters the Jedi had alotted him during his stay in the temple. Before leaving him to his room, Rantessa told Dan'i that she would be back in an hour to take him to a meeting with the council. She left the room with a flirtatious wink, and Dan'i was left to himself. After unpacking what items the Jedi had recovered from the crash, he entered into a meditative position in order to contact the Lords back on Ziost. The moment the tendrils of his mind force reached the citadel there, a satisfying chill was sent down his spine. He had forgotten the magnitude of the cold darkness of the place, but he would never forget the pain and teachings. He let the Lords know how far he had progressed, but he got no signal in return. It did not matter. He knew they were still watching his every move with approval because he was doing what was best for the galaxie, and for the Sith.

Not long after Dan'i broke the miditation, Rantessa came back to get him. Dan'i was very happy to see her now, as she had shed her Jedi cloak and was wearing a garment much more complimentary to her figure. Her clothing, or lack thereof, made Dan'i want to invite her in for some moments together before his audience with the council, but he knew this was what she had intended. He walked towards her and out the door, but not before giving her a flirtatious smirk. He knew that any relationship to be had with her would get in the way of his mission, but with one look at that body, he knew it would be worth it. Besides, she would be nothing but a tool in the end, made to serve his purposes. Yes, Dan'i would have fun with this one indeed.

Rantessa led Dan'i through the temple towrds his meeting with the council, all the while explaining what this was all about. Apparently the Jedi wanted to take him as one of their own. Content with himself, he entered the meeting with all the mental protection surrounding his mind that he could muster while Kelm droned on and on about the masters. The meeting was short, with the Jedi Masters performing thier foolish formalities. By the end of the meeting the Council, comprised of humans and aliens alike, had requested that Dan'i subject himself to a series of tests that would measure his strength and power in the ways of the Force.

Dan'i was to be tested by up and coming Jedi Knight Arca Jeth.

To Be Continued...

Actual Stuff
My name is Trayus, I lorve Star Wars and I KNOW Palpatine is the best character in any movie EVER. One day I hope to rule you all and the world would be better off (at least in my opinion). Below is some stuff.

Favorites
These are a few of my favorite things... (Top scorers in order from greatest and downward)


 * Faction(s): Sith, Empire, Sith Empire, Republic
 * Character: Palpatine
 * EU Character: Darth Traya (just because she is a manipulatory bitch)
 * Movie: Episode III, Episode VI, Episode V, Episode II, Episode I, Episode IV
 * Sith Lord(s):Darth Sidious, Darth Traya, Darth Vader, Dark Lady Lumiya, Darth Bane, Darth Revan, Darth Nihilus, Darth Talon, Naga Sadow, Marka Ragnos
 * Jedi: Plo Koon, Saesee Tiin, Kit Fisto, Aayla Secura
 * Location(s): Palpatine's Office, EmPal SuRecon Center, Death Star Throne Room, Korriban Academy, Trayus Academy, Imperial Palace, Bast Castle, Vally of the Dark Lords, Freedon Nadd's Tomb, "The Home", Jedi Temple, Byss Citadel, Senate Chamber, Star Forge, Telos Jedi Academy
 * Planet(s): Coruscant, Korriban, Malachor V, Vjun, Byss, Dxun
 * Lightsabers: Palpatine's, Ventress's
 * Clothes: Palpatine's, Jango/ Boba Fett, Asajj Ventress, Aayla Secura, Slave Girl Leia
 * Capital Ship/ Frigate Classes: Eclipse-Class Star Dreadnaught, Executor-Class Super Star Destroyer, Venator-Class Destroyer, Imperial-Class Destroyer, Lucrehulk-Class Carrier, Interdictor-Class cruisers, whatever the Ravager was, Aggressor-class destroyers

Darth Trayus(Trayus Academy)

Hi there, I'm just getting started on the real stuff, but ill put up stuff I own pretty soon. I'll start linking as well

P.S.: If im breaking any rules or anything like that, kindly tell me on my talk page.

Stuff Ima Watching

 * Talk:Carbonite Sith Army
 * Talk:Naboo
 * Talk:Sian Jeisel