Decades had passed since the old republic and the great galactic war had ensued. The Empire and the Republic was no longer whole, scattered and confused as the underworld had taken more direct control of the galaxy in their absence. While it was now true that the Jedi and Sith still existed, they were not as they once were, there was no solid order. Only warring remnants of the factions fighting to regain what they had lost. The Sith Emperor was a threat long ago, but by now he was long gone with seemingly nothing to cling to but memory. The underworld, especially the Hutt's, seemed to be regaining what they had lost. Perhaps to asertain their authority once more to have their Empire back. Whatever the result of their hidden plans.

Among the remnants of the Sith Empire resided the alpha recognized by the mysterious bone masked bearing the name of Lord Noctivus himself, as a Kaleesh Sith he was a rarity but his power was unsurmountable and could always be felt when any other sith were in his presence. The anti-alien policies that once pervaded the empire proved less inhibiting, a fact he proved in his position as this seemingly emotionless Darth. Little did Kieran know, that under this sith's wing a Lord would be born. Seeking to burn his legacy into the rebirth. All sith seeked power, but few held onto the glory they once had in achieving it, and returned to old ways. This very Empire, and the remaining others who held less influence were proof of that. Now the remaining and dominant remnant of the Empire was still riddled with infighting among themselves. As if such nature had ever changed in the past century, how foolish it was to be. Yet an undeniable truth it would remain.

The young Kyran and Noctivus however, in recognizing this sour state begin to form their own plan. Both without the unmistakable mess of emotions and absence of control these other sith possessed. Kyran would strive to reshape the understanding of sith philosophy. To become the Sith he was now, however, did not always seem to be. It could be known powerful figures start from meager beginnings, as this was his story to be told.

His eyes radiating the golden hue narrowed as the images burned into his mind, the past that poisoned his heart into the cold warrior he was destined to be, the scars branded across his face. His voice cold yet softly carrying with the faint accent of imperial society that still loosely remained.

His rasped breath carried across, as he spoke, , "Take me to Nar Shaddaa... I have unfinished business there."

The droid nodding as it placed in the course within the ship inputting those very commands. The ship began to vibrate and the sudden shove sent it into the blue mist of light speed. His hands resting behind his black in a reserved and confident fashion, his emotions not shown upon his face, as was so common, but in his eyes were another matter. . . He remembered, if only for a moment, of a time that was. . .

The young teen by the name of Kieran paced the corridors as he swung his vibroblade around time and again, until coming to a sudden hault while jutting the end into the solid wall of the cell. He thought silently alert to everything around him, how he knew that any moment the gates would open once more. The motions would repeat themselves in sequence. An all too familiar sequence.

This particular Hutt got his kicks from gladatorial duties to the death. Blood sports of sorts. And he, much to the Hutt' dwindling approval, has essentially been it's champion for some time. All he knows of his past was being used as a weapon and fighting for survival, once even stealing for his own survival. The girl he knew with red hair, he had spotted her briefly and they had met only briefly. The two had learned to survive with the others for a while after being abandoned. He would think back to the time of his abandonment if he could, but unfortunately to his dismay and yet slight relief there would be nothing to grasp. No tangible memory. Oh, the feeling was very much there and he knew it. But something felt and not grasped could indicate a memory block, and he did not appreciate not knowing what his own origins. As if he was a freak from nowhere, with abilities others hadn't known or seen or even openly acknowledged for some time on more areas.

The Sith and Jedi have been known to have the talents he possessed as well, the strange occurence he too could replicate yet not explain. However, the criminal underworld was the prevailing power and through their influences such knowledges were more comfortably forgotten about. Criminals like to feel confident in there absolute control, that no threat could ever harm them. Kieran could almost believe it, yet something kept from getting to that point.

The red haired girl was with had the same powers however, he knows that much and the two experimented a little with it. Kieran would sometimes take quiet enjoyment in messing with some people with this power, but quickly how subtle to be with it. To temper it, and many actions with caution. Kieran himself, normally very reserved, knew even less about the girl though. She was young at the time and would not reveal her name even.

"It was just us thieves, like a clan or something", he thought. "Until that the incident with the hutt cartel and being auctioned off as their newest slaves..." Kieran proffeted well enough despite being in such immediate danger in the gladatorial environments. The danger he had grown so accustomed to. But knowing the hutts, the red haired girl herself was not so well off in her own right. Although it was relieving to know she was in no immediate danger, she was often forced to dance for him on a constant basis. Like all those woman. Only she was that vile creatures favorite..."

It was her own personal hell, but at least her life wasn't threatened every day. Regardless, he longed to be beside her like they were back the theivery days, but theres no way she could be in the same danger for it could be a distractions and a risk he would not approve of, thinking of these is a distraction enough.

All these thoughts passing through his head on and off, and not a single word uttered. He was a weapon. He knew it. She was a toy. Something nice to look at for him, her youthful well shaped body didn't play for beauty so much as it normally might, instead a curse among such despicable eyes. The females weren't allowed to fight, it was the men who had to battle for there lives. It would simply a matter to pick your poison.

He had personally felt drawn to her though, like he could relate. A serious elegance in her, yet a hidden darkness that held his intrigue greatly. Like that bounty hunter he came across on Nar Shadaa and her armor adorned with bones of dead beasts. He has always been attracted to dark things, he wondered if perhaps it would be his undoing one day. And he knew that when he accepted the darkness in his heart, he couldn't control it's explosiveness very well.

But through enough of these relentless matchups he excelled surprisingly well at self teaching in order to survive against the odds. But enough! Now was the time something more would happen in this battle, as the gut feeling pervaded his core clearing the instantaneous flurry of thoughts pervading his head, the sensations around him now penetrating awareness once more, his eyes sharpened a single line uttered beneath his breath gripping tightly his staff ripping it from the wall.

"It's do or die, none of this matters if the present isn't capitalized. Bring your pets..."

The gates opened. He knew when the gates rolled up, the time was near to appease the hutt's thirst for violence. This was what fed them. Truly. Time after time the same blood baths would ensue, as the young Kyran, a boy by the name of Kieran, quickly rose through the ranks as a prodigy of battle despite his youth.

He knew what was expected as he took his vibro staff and proceeded to cut all down who apposed him in a blur of motion lost in it, sensing and percieving all attacks around him until all that remained was many corpses before him... he could feel that his feeling began to dull at the sight of their corpses. At this point, killing was practically second nature to him. He was a weapon around this crowd for the Hutt. A weapon that that meant a short life, but he as a force sensitive boy would continuously survive and defy with death defying resilience. Confronted by the Nexu creatures who crawled from beneath the gates to stalk Kieran and the other beings laying about joined in on the entertainment. It would appear the hutt found it necessary to use more methods to kill him off. Perhaps he was outliving his usefulness.

As they took notice of him, he could hear the snarling echoing toward him. The young Kieran held still, the Nexu creatures began to walk towards him as they surrounded him but he remained calm as he stood up staring them within the eyes. For a moment, this very moment in fact, he did not feel fear. He did not feel terror. He was surviving, for his only reaction was to survive with his mind and exploit their own. It was an unconcious act, a gut reaction on his part perhaps, an act of unprecidented force ability for someone so young and new, having learned little more than instinctual reactions with his force abilities. The will of his own outweighed the will of the Nexu, as they became subservient to him. As his focus became entirely on them, he was overtaken with a new state of mind. Much to the Hutt's dismay, for as much as the boy was great entertainment for him, a winner who never loses is a not so profitable endeaver for a Hutt's enjoyment.

Kyran turned with the subservient Nexu prepared to do battle, leading to the awe of the crowd in cruel pleasure. He had directed the Nexu' ferocity towardly the opponents. The Nexu shifted through the crowd of opponents in blinding speed as he proceeded to slaughter all guards and warriors that drew near to him, as him and the Nexu were on the attack. The flurry of Nexu attacked around the young Kieran as Kieran smiled. The herd of Nexu tore through the gaurds as the screeching of their screams could be heard under the crunching jaws of the beasts, and as quickly as the screams would slip out silence would fall.

In a blur of motion Kieran jolted off Nexu he had rode as his blade lunged forth like a spear. The nearest gaurd had no time to react with his own staff as the blade pierced into his chest, Kieran landing on top of him. His hair fallen in his face he right eye revealed in a fierce glare, almost wild in nature. The boy lunged forth as the next gaurd swung down with there blade. There was no time to think. Kieran acted on impulse as he knocked the first warriors staff out of his hand and dodged the other warrior's blade with his own. A series of parries followed as another crunching scream would heard right behind Kieran, knowing it was the Nexu he continued his assault but the man seized the opportunity to knock him across his face without a loud crunch.

Kieran landed onto the ground feeling the sting across his face into his face, the sensation of heat felt as if it lit up his cheek with fire for a moment. Dazed he kept himself from losing consciousness but was clearly staggered a bit, attempting to regain his balance as he could hear the warrior slashes at the creature warding it away but keeping a cautious distance. Kieran turned around to observe the battle as he his vision was met with the creatures eye being slashed as it staggered back, the guard took this moment to take a stab at the creature's vital organs. Kieran's arm shifted forward immobilizing the man's arm with his force of will, as Kieran began to regain his balance he raised his hand, lifting the man from off the ground by the force and shifting him into the barrier across the arena. Even from afar the sound of crackling bones could be heard. Not even a screech uttered from the force. The body crashed to the ground and went limp as Kieran glimpsed up to the hutt above him.

The hutt showed a tinge of aggravation as he issued a quick order, the gates opening forth. The footsteps grew nearer as a larger beast was let loose on Kieran. Kieran had not seen a creature like this before, but gripped his staff hesitantly. Now was the time to think of a plan and do it fast. . .