Repercussions

Raivo was out among the commoners, at least what the Sith referred to as commoners, he referred to them as citizens of the Empire. They chose to serve the stronger side, that warranted appreciation according to Raivo. He often spent his time doing hard labor among the people.

He was a popular Sith in the eyes of the Empire, maybe not within the walls of the Sith temple but among the citizens he was a hero. He liked that, Raivo, the dark knight of the Empire, Wrath of the Emperor, caretaker of the masses. He also did this to keep his physical form strong, his kind was resistant to the detrimental effects of prolonged dark side use, but working out and staying fit boosted this ability. He would live naturally for over 200 years without aid of arcane Force techniques. Raivo intended to live forever though. He had a lot to do after all, one day he would be the Emperor.

Raivo didn't care much for politics, but he knew he wanted to be in charge that much was certain, and when he was the people would celebrate, he would hold planet wide parties that spanned for days, and conquer not only the core worlds, but he would explore unknown space and take down other civilizations he hadn't even dreamed of yet!

Raivo had lost himself in his ruminations, and thus started working faster, the farmers he was working with looked at him with puzzled faces as he tossed heavy loads of grain aside like they were nothing, he'd also failed to notice a young Sith emissary coming to summon him. Raivo stood and flexed his muscles to the fullest, he wasn't as tall as some of the bigger brutes, but he was an imposing figure when he wasn't wearing a tunic.

The emissary made the mistake of hurling a farmer aside with the Force breaking the farmer's leg. Probably disabling him for the rest of the season, Raivo wouldn't stand for this blatant disregard for a citizen that provided the Sith with their food. This pompous nobody wouldn't work the fields himself nor would he lift a finger to even unload one of the cargo ships bringing in the valuable commodity. Raivo would teach him a lesson.

The emissary grinned at Raivo thinking Raivo appreciated his idiotic show of force. "Lord Malgus requests an audience with you Lord Raivo." He sneered, sounding as pathetic as he looked to Raivo. Raivo responded, "Of course I will be there as soon as I am presentable." The emissary nodded and turned to walk away, Raivo stopped him, "Tell me, who do you report to?" The emissary turned, "Why I report to Lord Malgus of course." Raivo smiled "Excellent, would you say he treats you well?" The emissary looked puzzled, "Why yes I suppose."

Raivo continued, "Has he ever struck you or disciplined you?" The emissary looked even more puzzled, "Of course he's done so when I deserved it." Raivo smiled the emissary walked perfectly into his next thought. "Did this farmer you injured do anything warranting your anger?" The emissary froze unsure what to say, "He was in my way, the pathetic pig should have known to move aside." Raivo's eyes narrowed, "Does this man have access to the Force? Can he sense your presence, he is blind to the ways you and I see things, and so forth he deserves to be notified just as you would notify a blind man of your presence." Raivo's voice was threaded with dark energy, "I have never seen you lift a finger to provide food for the Sith, nor have I ever seen you do an ounce of work except that you go and fetch for your master like a dog."

The emissary looked incredulous, "If you kill me my master will not be pleased." Raivo cut him off before he could continue, "I will not kill you just as you didn't kill this injured man, since you took him from his work I will take you from your work. Raivo snapped his fingers and the emissary's femur snapped the bone ripping through his flesh. He cried out in pain, Raivo continued, "and since you also use your mouth for communicating I'll take that ability from you as well." Raivo snapped again and the poor Sith's jaw shattered at the hinges. Raivo made sure to keep the young man awake for he was not done with this lesson. "You cannot walk, and you cannot speak, also you will not be able to partake of solid food until you heal, since you took this man away from his work and lively hood you are not worthy of eating the fruits of his labor."

Raivo turned to walk away, "Oh and emissary... You had better make it to your master before I do or there will be further consequences." Raivo grabbed his tunic and strolled towards the temple quickly for his meeting with Malgus. The dark lord would not want to be kept waiting, and Raivo wasn't stupid. This was either something really good, or really bad, so he prepared for the worst. Hopefully Malgus didn't want to challenge Raivo, this would not be an encounter he would survive... yet.

Raivo reached his quarters quickly, bathed clothed in his finest shimmersilk robes hooked his lightsaber and ebony knife on his belt and headed to Malgus' daytime quarters where he conducted business. Raivo knelt before Malgus giving the Sith the respect he deserved, "Yes master I have been told you request my presence." Raivo said in his most charming tone. "Malgus smiled, "Rise boy rise, have a seat next to me, we have business to discuss." Raivo was still on guard, but the invitation to sit was an oddly informal one. Raivo did as he was told and sat next to Malgus.

Malgus continued, "Your exploits and escapades are fast becoming the talk of the temple. First you kill your master who was about to bestow the title of Sith upon your shoulders, then you mutilate poor Vesvious and Ulah. They've both asked that your head be delivered to them." Raivo was unsettled, did he call him here to reprimand him or to praise him? The doors to Malgus' chamber slowly creaked open, the emissary crawled through the entrance and dragged himself across the floor like a worm. Fire rose up in Malgus' eyes, "What happened to you! Who did this?" Raivo choked back a chuckle, his tone was neutral. "I'm afraid he can't speak master, I shattered his jawbone."

Before Raivo could react he was flying across the room, he slammed into the wall cracking it where he slumped to the floor. Or he would have had Malgus not been pinning him to the wall. The emissary would have smiled had his jaw not been scraping painfully across the floor. Malgus stormed towards Raivo demanding explanation. Raivo obliged, "Master he injured a farmer for no reason, he deserved to be taught a lesson." Malgus was incredulous,"What!?!! You injured a Sith for a mere commoner?" Raivo smiled through his mild pain, "Yes, that commoner provides food for this temple, he is property of the Sith, why mistreat property. You don't beat livestock unless they've warranted it, and you don't break a tool when it works perfectly. The young Sith in question needed to learn this lesson I didn't kill him or do anything to him that won't make him a stronger Sith. I warned him that he should make it to you before I get here."

Malgus was intrigued, "Very well, I must say I like your reasoning." Malgus released hold on Raivo, who dropped to his feet. Malgus turned and walked towards his underling. "I'm afraid if you can't stand up and defend yourself you may find yourself at a disadvantage." The young fool looked up with eyes that did all the pleading they needed too. Malgus turned, "Raivo, if you respect me and wish to serve me then kill this man." Raivo stood, "How would you like him killed?" Raivo didn't care for killing helpless things, but if Malgus wished this useless garbage dead he would not protest.

Malgus smiled through his respirator, "Hmm interesting question, I like it. I think something entertaining is in order." Raivo smiled, "Right away." Raivo approached the pathetic heap of nothing that lay before him. "Stand up, I will not have you die on your belly like a worm." The young boy looked at him with the eyes of fear and despair, he moved himself to the wall and painfully brought himself to stand on his good leg. Raivo snarled, "Now activate your lightsaber!" The boy did as he was commanded and activated his lightsaber.

Raivo moved towards him and ignited his own blade, he swung at about 40 percent of his full strength and allowed the young boy to block. "Good, you will not die a coward's death." Raivo spat at him as tears ran down the boys face. Raivo swung again but this time cleaved the boy's lightsaber in half. "Nevermind, I guess you will die a coward's death." Raivo grabbed the boy with the Force and hurled him across the room sending his trademark lighting chasing after him. The boy hit the wall hard and fell to the ground. Raivo was already on top of him by the time he hit the wall, he grabbed him and jumped high into the air. Raivo Force pushed the boy through the obsidian flooring and into the permacrete below. He fell on top of him while drawing his knife, as he did he landed right on top of the foolish young Sith plunging his knife into the man's chest.

Raivo removed his knife sheathed it, hooked his lightsaber on his belt and reported to Malgus. "It is done Malgus." Raivo said, using Malgus' name, something that would have gotten most killed. Malgus laughed, "well you certainly don't disappoint boy!" Raivo grinned genuinely thrilled to have the approval of a Sith such as Malgus. Malgus continued, "Anyways, what I'm proposing is that you go on a few missions for me, I'm not asking for an apprentice or an underling, I just need someone who can operate where I'm more... Known." Raivo understood what Malgus meant by this, and was honored to be able to do what the Force always intended for him to do... Kill. Raivo was lost in the thrill of what lay ahead when Malgus chimed in. "I'll take that as a yes then." Raivo grinned, "Of course master, all my resources are at your disposal." Malgus laughed, "No boy, all my resources are at your disposal." Raivo couldn't be happier, he went back to his quarters once he was dismissed, and in the solitude of his quarters began to think.

He wondered if Malgus was just trying to get Raivo out of the temple to keep him from killing more Sith. If he was, was that such a bad thing? Raivo didn't like being deceived but at the same time he was getting exactly what he wanted. A chance to kill outside the parameters of the treaty. He liked that enough to ignore Malgus' intentions. He would serve the Emperor well, at least until his moment came.