They said I was a servant. They knew nothing! They thought me a dutiful acolyte, they were foolish. More than once I have felt the lash of lightening to punish me for my decisions and I regret nothing. With each step, rage builds. With each enemy that falls before my hand, my lust for conquest and glory grows. But no one, will ever, make me bow again…I am the Empire’s Wrath!
Caiden’Rho was my first foray into leveling a Sith Juggernaut all the way to cap. I was in fact determined with this one. Normally I don’t go into the whole Sith/Jedi thing but I wanted a solid tank for our Guild raids. My Raid Leader suggested that if I wanted to go melee, do the Juggernaut. He had a lot of fun on them. His only warning was that when we did 16 man’s to be prepared and practice my rotation to the T. Failure to do so could cause a loss of aggro which was a pain in the ass to regain. So we discussed rotation and gearing post 60 etc. Then I went to town. I really got into the role for this one as I hacked my way through the levels. I especially enjoyed turning Jaesa to the dark side. She was such an astute little monster, I fell in love with her as a companion lol, figuratively speaking of course. Never the less, it told a good story across the line and I had no trouble with getting to the top. Below were some highlights of raising Caiden to his final position:
The young Acolyte confronts his darker self to embrace his inner darkness:
In a tiny oasis, deep in the deserts of Tatooine, Caiden faces his darker self, the one that shows his true calling as a Sith Warrior. But even then, Caiden seethes with anger at being manipulated. Only two things enrage Caiden the most; Disloyalty and manipulation. The machinations of others led him from his former self and mapped out the path before him. Deep in his shadowed soul he knew the only way to break free of the chains which others bound him was to embrace the rage and damned be any, no matter how powerful, who were foolish enough to block his way to glory.
The warrior grows, proving the mettle of his Iron Soul:
Test after test he proved all around him that his enemies were mere ashes in the wind. With Shadow Blade in hand, he followed the directives of Darth Baras and the Council. But hidded from thier fiery gaze, he hatched his own plans. Some aligned in goal with his Master, but all led to his own dark designs, ones without his foolish and blind Master at hand. Paying lip service was no easy task and many times his own rage exceeded his ability to hold a civil tongue with his supposed master. But all in good time.
The Darkest of Loves:
She saw my true self and did not run in terror. She saw the lies of living without passion and the Tyranny of holding back emotion. She allowed me to set her free. She called me Master, yet she is my immortal dark heart, the one and only that enslaves my desires. Soaked in blood and hate, we wreaked Havoc across the Galaxy. Even when offered my place, she stayed loyal to the end. No one in this life or the next could ever separate the dark and monstrous passion we share. Jaesa, the one and only Immortal Heart to me, may we wade together in blood, smoke and conquest for all eternity!
Ascension, and the Fall of a Fool:
He thought me to be his pawn. He thought my mind enslaved to his will. Darth Baras, the “Voice” of the Emperor thought he could use me as the puppet to his ascension within the Dark Council. He was wrong. I had waited for this moment for a very, very, long time. When it was right, and my power collected, the gauntlet was thrown and the battle ensued. With out a doubt, this would be my hour of glory, or or my final place of death. All bridges were burned and only one way home from here. For what was worth, the duel was worth the time. I would have been so disappointed had Baras fell without so much as a fight.
But as with all the others, his time had come to fall by my hand alone. With each burst of the Force he crashed upon me, he only grew weaker as I grew stronger. I laughed with glee as his power wained. Had he forgotten how many times he had punished me with pain? did he not know that I accepted the pain and converted it’s essense into the rage which fueled my power? Those questions would never be answered. The pawn, the servant, the errand boy had now become the Master with one final stroke of a saber.
Even with the Dark Council’s acceptance of my transformation into the Wrath, I knew the future could only be mine once I was free of any Master. Still, I shall always relish the moment and regail in it final victory over my first Master. The Dark Council knew even then that they would be wise to avoid stopping any plans I made. Once cowed before me, my new goals would be realized.
The Dark Lord Begins his True Calling:
I knew the Emperor was a madman. Revan only proved it. But unleashed I saw the Chaos of a Galaxy full of ashes. Worlds ground to balls of dust and ashes. Destroyed by his unholy thirst for immortality. What good is it to rule a galaxy of corpses?
In visions I saw all which I held dear collapse in rotting flesh and bone. Civilizations ground to powder with bloody streets stained red. But even though I saw my own corpse, I knew that this was only a vision of what could be. Nothing is set in stone. Of that I did learn throughout my rise.
No mighty Emperor. I am no longer your Wrath, no longer your puppet. You will not destroy the Empire which I have shed so much blood for. You will not destroy what is meant to be mine to rule. I will find a way to defeat you and you will perish!
So, the experience leveling Caiden was honestly pretty awesome, all the way to the end. There were a few points that annoyed me, but overall it was a lot of fun. I wish they hadn’t had Quinn betray me. Not because it hurt me, but because they gave me no way to kill him. I really wanted to destroy his soul after siding with Baras, but I had no means mechanically to do so. The interactions with Jaesa as a companion were priceless. Turning her to the dark side and allowing her evil side to thrive was pure enjoyment as far as stories go. Now, I loved the Agent Story as the best so far, but this story line has got to be the close second between the two. The Bounty Hunter was lack luster. I haven’t finished the Inquisitor story as I haven’t enjoyed actually playing one.At any rate, I hope you all enjoyed this bit of writing. I’d love to hear what you guys thought about the little bits of prose and the screenshots. Also I have a question to you readers, which story line in SWTOR really grabbed you and held on to you from beginning to end? Why did it hold you as a story? I’d love to hear from anyone out there!!! Till next time, may your stories be epic in nature and may your credits flow for ever!