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The long, lusterless, and rather featureless broad-sword shaped vessel slid through space, orange archaic engines spewing green and blue and purple rainbows of visible radiation in its slow wake as it slid through the stars in a slow eternal arc around a planet. There were no windows, no viewports, no visible hatches into or out of the ship, and no apparent means at all to view the outside stars. In the ship itself certain provisions, if one was to inspect it, were as missing as the means to see surroundings.

Food processors or storage units were among these, along with the lack of refreshers or bathrooms, the utter absence of any design for crew or sleeping chambers, no passable excuse for a medical bay of any kind, and, of course, the complete and utter disregard to parts for or any sort of the critical and all important life support systems common to any vessel of the stars.

The Master of the ship preferred it so, not entertaining or adhering to the needs of the flesh, and having created the archaic artifact for himself and himself alone.

The wasted space of these chambers, and any chamber besides the command and meditation sphere at the mid of the 'pommel', was replaced with reinforced shielding systems and solid metal. Seeing that the ship lacked any sort of artillery, if one were to venture a guess based on the sheer thickness of the ship and several different millennia of shield technologies incorporated, one could hypothesize that it was designed to ram into and through less wieldy vessels while repelling damage itself. In this regard, one would be only partially correct.

Though the precious beskar of the ship in its decameters of solid reinforced metal was indeed durable enough for such a practice, being able in the form of mere centimeters or inches to repel even lightsaber blades unharmed, the purpose of the sharp configured old flying box was not as a weapon at all. It was meant to be a meditation ground. The power of the ship, at least as far as offense went, was entirely in its singular occupant- conventional armament was discarded in favor of defense on the physical plain.

The attack force was upon the spiritual, or at least the meta-physical, in the form of the Force, and was a potent threat indeed.

Despite the lack of means to support life and its post-deceased Force Wraith of a Master, however, the ship was not 'dead' by any means or sense of the word.

Vengeance was not inclined to be idle.

From a fleet of Mandalorians that leapt into hyperspace and never re-emerged to history as far as the galaxy was aware he had learned of beskar, its myriad uses, and had gained a supply to begin with. Then he'd made certain the religious crusaders who had discovered him did not leave with the knowledge of his existence, and used their 'souls'- their ever precious armor- to practice and grow adept at smelting the beskarof their ships. Had the Mandalorians known it would have made quite a horror story- a monster made of evil made solid, a ghost of darkness, that tortured their brothers and sisters into breaking, then stole their souls and murdered them.

They would never know.

Ironically, the story became one known across the galaxy as one of the perils of hyperspace; the truth that they managed to get somewhere unharmed, albeit not their destination, was one that could be easily set aside.

Gathering more of the precious stuff simply took time, and time was something the arcane apparition had a great deal of.

From the Ssi-ruu crew that begged him for their lives when they ventured too deep and encountered something that should never have been found, Vengeance learned and refined the unholy arts of Entechment- a technology that involved extracting the life-energies of sentient beings and using them as power sources for mechanical technology. They had no choice- they were compelled by the religious fear of dying on an 'unconsecrated world' and having their afterlife stripped of them, forcing them to forever wander the universe alone. They had come to consecrate this world in fact; they were the first colonization effort of the paranoid and compartmentalized society.

They were the last, and in a horrible twist of fate, Vengeance granted them their request not to be slain by instead using their own Entechment on them in his earliest experiments with understanding the soul-sucking technologies. They feared dying because it meant they would forever wander the universe alone. Now they were confined to forever wander the universe together, living batteries for a dead monster and a dead ship.

From the ancient Sith species and his fallen brethren in their many graves and starship derelicts the silent Ghost gathered tools of augmentation, detection, deflection, and absorptive use for the one power that mattered to him… that of the Force. The Sith, as a culture, as a race, and as a religion, are quite prolific in their creation of such artifacts and empowered objects. Vengeance concentrated on the ones in space, the ones least likely to be detected and recorded, but even so the Jedi and the scavengers often reached and retrieved the things anyway long before the hiding spirit was even aware of them.

That was resolvable, of course; he simply made due with those he could retrieve and those that he actually made himself.

And these he installed in the ship via the Force channeling and refracting crystalline matrix systems, to empower and employ as much as to safekeep. The dampeners and concealing Force items were particularly of importance to him. The less distractions he had from his one true goal, the better, and he had no interest in the physical world or rule of the living.

History had taught him that if the coin were flipped the attitude would hardly be the same, however. Particularly the Jedi, but any wronged sentient, really. Or their descendants.

The finest tools in the repertoire of cobbled parts and nightmarish talismans in sheer mountains of solid shielded metal, however, were the sentient energy self constructors gleaned from Rakatan texts he'd recorded at the time of his own death, a longer long time ago and far away. Some twenty millennia before the destruction of the first Death Star, if one needed a context to imagine it, some fifteen before the Sith were both a species and an order, some thirteen before Ajunta Pall and the other Alchemists of the Dark Side were expelled in the 'true start' of Dark Side studies as an Order, some five millennia after the beginning of the Jedi Order, some four millennia after the first recorded non-Rakatan tyrant of the Dark Side came to power and the subsequent death of said Lettlow General Xendor, and some ten millennia after the end of the Dark Side based Rakatan Empire.

He calls himself 'Darth Vengeance' almost as a mockery. Darth is the title given to a Dark Lord of the Sith. But the heretic was bathed in and studying darkness nearly eons before there even was a proper Sith doctrine or a title. If the spirit went simply by its own proper name at the time of death, Vengeance would not be Vengeance at all, despite the name he gives himself in the memories he sometimes indulges in.

He would be simply Arawn, the fallen Jedi.

The ship floating and sputtering over the ghost's sanctum world is young in comparison to its Master and sole intended user. If one tracked its parts from start to finish it would be some four millennia old by the day of, say, the young Zeltron Luveis in the New Republic. An old beast, and one reworked often but seldom used, but not nearly as ancient as some of older pedigree than its assembled damned nature.

For retrieving objects, obtaining data, and utilizing a physical platform to grow close enough to the ship's receivers to 'board', the ghost had smaller unmanned robotic scout vessels to inhabit, some of the older pedigrees mentioned.

Unlike these humble things the one-man weaponless flagship has a name.

The nightmare ship of impenetrable and impervious armor with no physical means to enter and the evil energies and the souls of the damned powering it is called simply the Syrinx Blade.

And it continues to circle in orbit, drawing on the life forces of the Force through the living dead batteries; eco-clean, sentient un-friendly. Only possibly a waste of resources. Welcome to the system, explorer, here's hoping you don't wind up dead or worse.
Gah I thought I'd never write this. See, the Syrinx blade was very much what I felt to be a 'fanon' item, and I never intended to actually use it officially when I realized how silly I thought it sounded.

Then I remembered I had ways to reference actual history in star wars and make it halfway sensible-like.

So here's this. Enjoy your Star Wars radiation for today. ^_^ I'm off to sleep- I did nap, but now sleep.

Syrinx was a force in Greek Myth that was continually temping and converting, first as a sexy Nympth, then as mind-controlling pipes. The Sword of Conversion or the Sword of Temptation. The Syrinx Blade. Figured it made sense for a Sith these many years.

Maybe it doesn't.

This stayed in my closet for the LONGEST TIME.

I'm shaming, I'm shaming, toodles! ._o
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Rosemarri Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011
Man, that's neat! Cool ship.
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DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
You're the first I believe that's said that. :'3 Thank you. I tried. A lot of authors made wonderful things- I just went, 'what if'. :)
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Rosemarri Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011
I love those two words. 'What if' is a great inspiration for all creative types. :)
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DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Aye! :D
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JoeyTheNeko Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2011  Student Writer
lol. how does a ghost with no body make force artifacts?
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DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Same way it exists. ;3 The Force. Powers beyond the imagination can be rather mundane sometimes.
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JoeyTheNeko Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2011  Student Writer
I see. still, how would It use them, and how would it even get the materials, or other such things for the process?
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DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
For that, we reference the reference image, which clearly shows the Wraith taking physical presence without taking physical form. It stands as a clothed silhouette and, while empty space, is capable of filling empty space and holding physical objects.

For the use of them we again reference the image and the Force.

For the materials, we reference the scout drones and the planet below, sans intelligent life otherwise to utilize it. :eyes: Species can use worlds for eons with many members using the resources. An individual, presumably, would need to devise far more ways to gather it, but would also be able to utilize it a great deal longer.

A day's production of a steel factory could suit Vengeance's creative needs for a hundred years. :P
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JoeyTheNeko Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2011  Student Writer
I see.
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DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Not to mention the lack of need for sanitation, work breaks, safety limits, distribution/delivery, etc. that limit human production on industrial levels. :P Having only a sleepless evil and machines tends to exaggerate output.
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JoeyTheNeko Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2011  Student Writer
heh.
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DarthVengeance0325 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
;p I realize how contrived it sounds and badly written. That's why for years I avoided posting it.
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