Scourge Respect Thread (Updated 2017)

"When you have lived centuries, you see that everything is a pattern that grows out of itself. Sometimes you can no longer see the trees, only the roots. It is the smallest part of the price of immortality." ―Scourge

This is the largest collection of the Emperor's Wrath feats and accolades. Respect hate incarnate.

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Force Accolades:

"Revan had sensed the Force in him; he had incredible potential."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"You are strong in the Force. Intelligent. Perceptive. You have incredible potential."

―Darth Nyriss (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

"He's sending his personal executioner for me. His wrath incarnate. I'll be punished for my crimes."

"Who is the Emperor's Wrath? A Sith Lord?"

"A ghost. Older than anyone except the Emperor himself. Even the Dark Council fears him."

―Sajar and the Hero of Tython (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

"Even the most powerful members of the Dark Council avoid offending the man bearing the title, “the Emperor’s Wrath.”

―Lord Scourge Codex Entry (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

"After Lord Scourge shed the mantle of the Wrath under mysterious circumstances, the Emperor's Hand set out to find a replacement. Millions of the galaxy's most powerful Sith were considered, but ultimately only one would prove worthy to serve the Emperor."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic Encyclopedia

"He had been one of the top students, marked by his superiors for his strength in the Force and his fanatic devotion to the ways of the Sith."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Combat Abilities:

NOTE: Scourge's power drastically increased over time due to experience and raw potential. His prowess shown under Darth Nyriss and Revan dull in comparison to his mastery as the Emperor's Wrath himself. Keep this in mind when reading the remainder of the thread and future debating or discussion.

Scourge, as the Emperor's Wrath, personally killed more than a thousand Sith and Jedi during his career. The opponents he faced were among the most powerful and ambitious in the galaxy―being threats to possibly the Emperor himself. His prowess reached such levels that even the Dark Council feared him.

"As the Sith Emperor’s personal executioner, the grimly fatalistic Lord Scourge has personally killed more than a hundred Jedi–and ten times as many Sith. Even the most powerful members of the Dark Council avoid offending the man bearing the title “the Emperor’s Wrath.”

―Lord Scourge Codex Entry (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

"In his service, Scourge has struck down dozens of Jedi while climbing over the bodies of numerous Sith who dared to stand against him."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic Official Website

"Entire generations of the Sith Dark Council have passed under the watchful eyes of the Emperor's personal executioner, the grim Lord Scourge. As the feared "Emperor's Wrath," Scourge enforced his Master's will for more than three centuries. When a Jedi grew too powerful or a Sith too ambitious, Scourge eliminated the threat. Conspiracy theories held that Scourge was a title rather than a man, for even pureblooded Sith are mortal... However, the Dark Council knew the truth. There was only one Scourge, his life prolonged by Sith alchemy, and his battle prowess enhance by the Emperor."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic Encyclopedia

Scourge, as the Emperor's Wrath, fought the Hero of Tython to a standstill before breaking off the battle. When asked about why, he explained that he obviously had no intention to kill him given that he needed the Hero of Tython to go on and defeat Emperor Vitiate. Even as of the time of the battle, the Hero of Tython was regarded as the most powerful Jedi alive on many occasions by numerous individuals.

"You fought Lord Scourge to a standstill until he broke off the battle for some reason. See what he has to say in the throne room of the Emperor's fortress."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, was believed to be a peer to the infamous Meetra Surik. Meetra Surik, also known as the Jedi Exile, was renowned for single-handily defeating Darth Traya, Darth Nihilus, Darth Sion, and an entire Sith academy on Malachor V that consisted of legions of Sith Assassins.

"Part of him wanted to leap into the fray: battling this Jedi would be a true test of his skills. He didn’t know which of them would prove the stronger, but he was intrigued by the challenge."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

“You’re lying,” she said with a disbelieving shake of her head. “You’re afraid to face me. You’ll say anything to avoid a fight.”

“Do I seem afraid to you?”

“No,” she admitted. “You seem strangely calm.”

―Meetra Surik and Scourge (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, defeats the Dark Councillor Darth Xedris and his two Sith Acolytes. Members of the Dark Council were said to be the most powerful Sith Lords in the galaxy.

"Scourge had been waiting inside the cave on Bosthirda for nearly an hour when he finally heard the faint sound of a speeder landing outside. A few minutes later he heard footsteps coming down the passage. He smiled. Unlike his previous missions for Nyriss, this time he was not plagued with doubts and uncertainties. The anticipation of the coming kill kept him well focused on the task at hand.

As expected, Darth Xedrix hadn’t come alone. A pair of Sith acolytes—humans, one male, one female—preceded him, striding into the cave, lightsabers drawn. They wore light armor under robes of blue and gold, the colors of their liege.

The circular cavern was only ten meters in diameter and dark. The only illumination came from their blades and the glowing fungus that clung to the rough rock walls. Scourge crouched in the shadows, wrapped in a cloak of the dark side that both made him invisible to the Force and helped to ward off the chill of the subterranean air. He remained motionless as the pair passed within a few meters of his hiding place, patiently waiting.

Darth Xedrix trailed his escort by several paces. Unlike his acolytes, he had not drawn his weapon, and he wore no visible armor beneath his robes. He was several centimeters taller than Scourge, but much thinner. He had thick, shoulder-length white hair, but no beard. His face was lined, though not as extensively or deeply as Nyriss’s, and there was a hint of a stoop to his shoulders and a cautious frailty about the way he moved.

His appearance recalled Nyriss’s words: He is human—they are a lesser species. Over the decades, the dark side has exacted too great a toll on his body. He is a hollow shell of what he once was.

Yet Scourge could sense the Councilor’s enormous power. Darth Xedrix was still a member of the Dark Council, and underestimating him would be a fatal mistake.

The moment the tall human passed Scourge’s hiding place, Scourge leapt, igniting his lightsaber as he flew through the air. For a moment he thought his first strike would find its mark, and he was almost disappointed at the thought of ending Xedrix’s life so easily. But at the last instant the human’s own blade materialized seemingly out of nowhere to intercept the blow.

They exchanged a quick flurry of thrusts and parries. Scourge tried and failed to draw on his foe’s fear and anger—Xedrix was too controlled, and it felt more like fighting a droid. Scourge forcibly thrust his own fears away and reached deep inside himself to find the fury he needed.

He had maneuvered himself so that he was behind Xedrix, blocking the passage that was the only route into and out of the cave. The two acolytes had already spun around and rushed in to join the fray, and he prepared himself to deal with them, too.

But suddenly he had only those two to deal with as Xedrix backed away. He seemed to be more obsessed with preserving his own life than killing his enemy—a weakness that left him content to let his two underlings face this unknown foe while he stayed at a safe distance.

The two apprentices launched themselves at Scourge, unleashing their rage as they drew on the power of the dark side, unaware that their anger was feeding their opponent, as well.

The female came in high, her lightsaber slashing at Scourge’s head. At the same time the human male came in low, looking to chop at his enemy’s legs.

Scourge ducked under the woman’s blows, spinning to the side as he parried the lightsaber at his knees. The pair came at him again, once more coordinating their attacks, this time trying to flank him on either side. Scourge lunged forward, splitting the attack by diving into a forward roll that took him between his two opponents.

For an instant he was vulnerable; one quick cut from either foe could have ended his life. But they were inexperienced, and they hadn’t expected him to move toward them. By the time the woman reacted with a backhand swipe of her weapon, the moment had been lost. The lightsaber hummed by his cheek as he tumbled between them, but he emerged unscathed.

The man was slower to react. By the time Scourge was back on his feet, the acolyte was only just starting to turn around. The Sith Lord delivered a quick kick to the back of the man’s knee; the man pin-wheeled his arms as he fought to regain his balance.

Scourge saw the opening and delivered what would have been a lethal blow had the woman not thrown herself between them and parried the blow. Her move was reckless and foolhardy, but Scourge hadn’t been expecting it, and her impulsive reaction saved her companion. It also exposed her weakness.

The female was the more dangerous opponent, but she obviously cared for her partner. She was willing to put herself in harm’s way to defend him—a flaw Scourge could easily exploit.

He abruptly changed tactics, shifting from the conventional defensive positions of the Soresu form to the acrobatic attack sequences of Ataru. Taking two quick steps to gain speed, Scourge leapt at the nearby cavern wall, planted both feet on its vertical surface, then pushed off hard to launch himself in a spinning flip over the man’s head.

His opponent tried to turn and pivot to keep Scourge in front of him, but the furious burst of action was too fast for his lightsaber to track. He was late bringing his blade up to protect his head, once again exposing himself to a lethal strike.

This time when the woman moved in to protect her partner, Scourge was ready. He had purposefully directed his leap so that he came in at a sharper angle than necessary, leaving barely enough room for the female to come between him and his supposed target. When Scourge suddenly redirected his blade mid-leap to strike at her instead, she instinctively stepped back to absorb the impact with her own weapon. But with her partner crowded directly behind her, there was no room. Their bodies collided and their feet tangled together, sending both of them crashing awkwardly to the ground.

Scourge landed beside their prone forms. He brought his heavy boot crashing down on his fallen foe’s face, relishing the wet crunch of cartilage and bone beneath his heel. Her body spasmed, the muscles locked in the seizures of her death throes.

The man had scrambled to his feet, but instead of throwing himself at Scourge, he only stared at the woman’s twitching corpse. Scourge could taste his horror and fear; they gave him a fresh burst of energy. He lashed out with the Force, striking the man in the chest hard enough to send him stumbling back several steps into the cavern wall.

The man struck the rough-hewn rock hard enough to knock the lightsaber from his hand, leaving him unarmed. With a casual flick of his wrist, Scourge sent his own lightsaber spiraling toward his defenseless foe. At the last second, the man threw up his hands in a vain effort to protect himself, but the glowing blade easily sliced through his palms and throat before ricocheting back to Scourge’s waiting grasp.

As the human’s corpse crumpled to the ground, Scourge was already turning to face his last remaining foe. Darth Xedrix was standing motionless in the center of the cavern, watching the action with a cool, detached reserve. His lightsaber was still drawn, but he held it casually at his side, the blade pointed toward the floor.

“I know you,” he said, his voice echoing off the chamber’s stone walls. “Nyriss’s new pet. Lord Scourge.” He wrinkled his features in distaste. “Why do you purebloods always choose such ludicrous names for yourselves? Do you think it’s intimidating?”

Scourge didn’t reply. Instead he raised his blade and began a slow, cautious advance.

Xedrix laughed. “Are you really that stupid, Scourge? Has Nyriss actually convinced you that you have the strength to stand against a member of the Dark Council? Has she promised you riches and power if you defeat me?”

“She didn’t need to promise me anything,” Scourge answered. “You are a traitor to the Empire. It is my honor and duty to kill you.”

“Ah, now I understand,” Xedrix said with a smile, twirling his lightsaber at his side. “She played on your loyalty to our glorious Emperor. How quaint.”

Scourge stopped, suddenly aware that he didn’t feel any fear emanating from his foe. There was no anger, either. He didn’t get any sense of emotion coming from Darth Xedrix at all, and he realized the old man was consciously shielding himself from Scourge’s awareness.

Scourge concentrated his focus, reaching out with the Force to pierce the veil Xedrix had wrapped around himself, only to find nothing but a swirling maelstrom of dark side energy.

Scourge broke into a run, charging at his enemy the instant he understood the nature of the trap. Xedrix had kept him talking while he gathered his power for a single, lethal attack.

Xedrix raised his left hand and unleashed his power in a storm of purple lightning. Scourge instinctively used the Force to throw up an invisible barrier to shield himself. The bolts arced through the air, ripping through the shield to engulf Scourge in electric agony.

He screamed, his voice rising above the hiss and crackle of the fiery energy coursing through his veins. Every nerve in his body exploded in excruciating pain as the lightning seared his flesh, cooking him in his own armor. He fell to the floor, curled into himself, his skin blistered and burned. The whole thing had taken only a few seconds.

“You didn’t realize Nyriss sent you here to die, did you?” Xedrix mocked. “She never expected you to kill me. You were nothing but a message, a warning.”

Ignoring the terrible pain, Scourge somehow forced himself to his feet. Xedrix raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

“Is that what you call the attempts on her life?” Scourge gasped. “A warning?”

Xedrix laughed again. “You think I’m the one who hired those inept assassins? Nyriss has you twisted in knots. She’s using you for a game far beyond anything you can imagine.”

Scourge shook his head, trying as much to shake off the residual effects of the lightning as to deny Xedrix’s words.

“You feel your strength returning, do you?” Xedrix observed. “Think carefully before you challenge me again. I might not let you live next time.”

“Why did you let me live?” Scourge wanted to know.

“You have potential,” Xedrix said. “And thanks to you, I have need of some new apprentices. I could find a use for someone with your talents.”

“You want me to betray Nyriss?”

“What do you owe her?” Xedrix demanded. “She used you. She sent you here to die just to make a point.”

Scourge didn’t answer. Instead, he was thinking back on everything that had happened since he’d first entered Nyriss’s service. Nyriss had admitted to hiring the mercenaries to test him, but even after that, he’d still suspected Sechel of plotting to kill him. Had the conniving adviser merely been following Nyriss’s orders all along?

“Nyriss betrayed you. Swear loyalty to me and I promise you the chance for revenge.”

Everything Xedrix said made perfect sense, but on some deep, primal level Scourge felt he was being twisted and manipulated. The old human’s words seemed to slither into the cracks and crevices of Scourge’s mind, burrowing into his thoughts.

No! his mind screamed in silent protest. It’s a trick!

But was it? Nyriss had convinced him he could kill Darth Xedrix, but a single burst of dark side lightning had nearly killed him instead. The only reason he was still alive was because Darth Xedrix was toying with him.

What if he’s not toying with me? Scourge suddenly wondered. What if he tried to kill me but failed?

Nyriss had said that Xedrix was old and frail. She’d claimed the Force had ravaged his body; she’d said he only held on to his power through reputation and cunning. What if he was relying on those same tools right now?

Scourge reached out with the Force again, trying once more to catch a glimpse beneath Xedrix’s veil. To his surprise he sensed something this time. Fear. Desperation. And almost no trace of the dark side burning inside his enemy.

All the pieces clicked into place. Nyriss was right: Xedrix was a shell of what he had once been. The entire time Scourge had been battling the two apprentices, Xedrix had been gathering his strength for a single surprise attack. When his apprentices fell, he’d stalled for even more time by taunting Scourge. And he still hadn’t been able to gather enough power to kill his enemy.

The blast of lightning had taken everything the old man had in reserve. In Xedrix the flame of the dark side had become the faintest flicker. When he saw that Scourge had survived, he’d realized his only chance of survival was to trick him into switching sides. He’d tried to use the faint echo of the Force to dominate Scourge’s mind, augmenting it with persuasive words in a form of temporary hypnosis. But he lacked the strength even for that desperate gambit.

The brilliant bluff had almost worked.

“Your words are hollow, Xedrix. Just like your power.”

Scourge marched forward with grim determination. Xedrix brought his lightsaber up, but Scourge used his own blade to slap it aside with ease. The strength of the blow sent the weapon tumbling from the old man’s frail grasp, the blade extinguishing as the hilt clattered onto the stone at their feet.

Xedrix staggered backward. He no longer pretended power: he looked desperate and afraid. “Please, Lord Scourge, I’ll give you anything you want. Slaves. Wealth. Power.”

“Power?” Scourge snorted in contempt. “You can’t give what isn’t yours.”

He slashed his blade diagonally across Xedrix’s chest, slicing him from shoulder to hip.

The old man gasped once before falling over backward, his eyes frozen wide in horror, seeming to stare up at the stalactites growing from the cavern ceiling.

Knowing that Nyriss would want proof of his death, Scourge reached down and grasped a fistful of the old man’s hair with his free hand. Then he slowly drew his lightsaber across the Dark Councilor’s throat, the glowing blade cauterizing the wound as he neatly severed the head.

He left the rest of the body—along with the corpses of the two apprentices—in the caves as he trudged back up the passage leading to the surface. As he walked, he couldn’t help dwelling on Xedrix’s warnings about Nyriss."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, under the guidance of Revan, was an expert swordsman. Captian Yarri of the Imperial Guard was ultimately "no match" for Scourge, even with the aid of another Imperial Guard companion. The Imperial Guard were a force of elite warriors who served the Sith Emperor, being specifically trained to match and kill Jedi and Sith Lords. They were molded into "physical perfection", being said that "merely one is worth a hundred ordinary troops." Darth Marr credited them as "among the most dangerous in the galaxy." Additionally, Scourge's prowess, even during his training in the Sith Academy, was such that even the Sith Instructors of Dromund Kaas were unwilling to face him in the training ring for combat.

"Scourge was an expert swordsman; at the Academy even the instructors had been reluctant to face him in the training ring. When the dark side flowed through him, his blade was more than a weapon. It became an extension of his will.

Captain Yarri’s skill with her electrostaff was impressive, but ultimately she was no match for a Sith Lord. Knowing this, she had wisely adopted a defensive style to hold off the first few flurries of Scourge’s attack, her focus on stalling him long enough for one of her companions to join the fray before switching to a more aggressive form.

Now Scourge was forced to defend himself on two fronts as he backed into the throne room. In his peripheral vision he saw that Meetra was in a similar situation, retreating while battling a pair of enemies.

The fact that Revan hadn’t come to their aid told Scourge that the Jedi had gone to confront the Emperor, conjuring up images from Scourge’s vision of him lying broken and beaten on the floor at the Emperor’s feet.

Yarri’s staff slipped through his defenses and clipped him on his right shoulder. Scourge’s armor absorbed the worst of the blow, though he felt a painful jolt from the electrostaff’s charge that made his hand and arm tingle.

Even as Scourge cursed himself for allowing thoughts of his vision to distract him, he deftly switched his blade from his temporarily numb right hand to his left. The move was dangerous; it left him momentarily vulnerable as he made the switch. Fortunately his opponents were unprepared for the unorthodox tactic, and neither was able to take advantage.

While he and Meetra fought the quartet of guards, T3-M4 was busy sealing the doors. The droid was spraying black foam along the edge where the double doors came together. Scourge recognized the foam as a powerful contact adhesive commonly used to repair starships; seconds after being exposed to air it would harden into a substance that could be cut only with a plasma torch.

Yarri’s blade nearly caught him again, narrowly missing his cheek, and Scourge swore out loud. If he didn’t stay focused on the fight, his vision of the Emperor killing him wouldn’t even have a chance to come true....

Scourge pressed his attack, calling on the dark side to transform his uncertainty and fear into white-hot rage. He felt the power coursing through him, the spark of fury deep inside him igniting into a firestorm of death and destruction.

Left-handed, Scourge unleashed a pair of savage chops at Yarri’s partner, using raw brute strength to overpower his physically weaker opponent. The guard parried the blows, but the first knocked him off balance and the second sent him stumbling backward.

While the guard struggled to recover, Scourge focused his assault on the captain. Yarri sensed the shift in her opponent too late to switch back to a more defensive form, and the Sith Lord was quick to exploit the tactical flaw.

A four-move sequence overwhelmed Yarri, causing her to leave her right flank unprotected. Scourge seized the opportunity, his blade biting deep into her hip. Yarri screamed, dropped her blade, and fell to the ground. The other guard leapt to her defense, recklessly throwing himself between his fallen captain and Scourge. The only reward for his effort was a quick death, delivered by a diagonal lightsaber slash across his chest.

At Scourge’s feet, Yarri fumbled to reclaim her weapon. The agony of her wound made her desperate and clumsy, giving Scourge time to relish her suffering. As her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her electrostaff, he brought his boot down on top of her hand, crushing the bones.

He stared into the captain’s eyes one last time, savoring her terror before decapitating her with a single stroke."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, slaughtered dozens of Human separatists on Jerunga

"Scourge’s thoughts jumped back to the slaughter at the separatist warehouse; he remembered the energy and exhilaration he’d felt. He could sense his power was growing. His connection to the dark side had never been stronger."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"He pulled his knees up and tucked into a forward roll as he landed, then sprang to his feet, lightsaber drawn and ready. There were four cams on the roof, mounted on poles at each corner. In rapid succession he reached out with the Force and snapped them off one by one, sending them tumbling from their perches to shatter on the street below.

Moving quickly but calmly, Scourge crossed the rooftop to the hatch built into the center. A few seconds later it swung open and a pair of separatists emerged—snipers coming to the roof to take a position on the attackers below.

Scourge hacked down the first with his lightsaber, then grabbed the second by the scruff of his collar and yanked him off his feet. The young human looked at him with abject horror, his panic so great that he never even thought to raise his weapon.

The Sith Lord fed on the man’s fear, savoring it as the heat of the dark side rushed through him. Effortlessly toting the sniper along, he took three quick steps toward the rooftop’s edge, then hurled the man over. The sniper’s terrified scream was cut short a second later by his fatal impact with the ground below.

Scourge leapt through the hatch leading into the warehouse’s upper floor. There were no interior walls; it consisted of a single massive room. In the far corner a staircase led down to the lower level. A row of mattresses ran along one wall, but the primary purpose of the space seemed to be storage. Crates and footlockers were scattered about, along with a haphazard collection of armor, weapons, and other military equipment. A computer terminal had been set up near the mattresses, along with four blank monitors that would once have shown the images from the security cams on the roof.

Scourge registered all this without conscious thought; his primary focus was on the twenty-odd humans struggling into their combat gear to join the battle downstairs. Unfortunately for them, that was never going to happen.

Like a red wind, Scourge swept through their ranks, slashing left and right, hewing off limbs and decapitating bodies. Violent bursts of the Force picked his victims up and tossed them around like rag dolls, breaking bones and shattering skulls.

The separatists offered virtually no resistance. They had been caught off guard; they hadn’t expected an ambush from the roof. These were not soldiers. They were ordinary men and women who had received only the most basic training when they’d joined the cause. Scourge’s savage and sudden assault, and the bloody carnage he left in his wake, sent them into a panic. He fed on their primal fears. Some he killed, others he left mortally wounded and writhing on the floor, their lives enduring for thirty or forty agonizing seconds while their high-pitched cries of pain fueled his bloodlust.

Had the separatists coordinated their efforts into a focused and organized counterattack they might have been able to challenge him. But they just scattered, running for their lives. Scourge drank in their terror and confusion, and felt the growing power of the dark side. He channeled that power and refocused it, sending it out in waves that rippled across the room, further inciting the panicked retreat of his enemies.

When two women managed to resist the onslaught of fear and fight back, he was on them in an instant, cutting them down with a few quick slashes of his lightsaber. Everyone else was running. Some fled downstairs. Scourge let them go; they wouldn’t get past Murtog’s team. Others tried to hide, cowering behind crates and footlockers. But Scourge didn’t need to see them to hunt them down. He could sense them through the Force, trembling and sobbing silently, their minds numb with shock, and he stalked them one by one, breathing hard not with exertion but excitement.

It was over in minutes. Only then, standing alone amid the bodies, did Scourge notice that the sounds of battle from below had ended."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, killed two handpicked, wealthy mercenaries with ease.

"...you dispatched my mercenaries with ease.”

―Darth Nyriss (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

“I’m well aware of what transpired in the courtyard,” Nyriss said, tilting her wizened head in the direction of the monitor. A still image of Scourge in the first few seconds after the battle was frozen on the screen, captured by one of the stronghold’s security cams. “You dealt with the assassins quite efficiently.”

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"He was still pondering this new information when he heard a speeder approaching through the storm. The sound was innocuous, but it instantly put his senses on high alert. His heart began beating rapidly and his breathing quickened. A rush of adrenaline caused his cheek tendrils to twitch and his muscles to tense.

He drew his lightsaber and glanced up at the sky. At his feet, Sechel cried out and covered his face, assuming the lightsaber was meant for him. Scourge ignored him.

In the darkness of the storm, he could just make out the speeder’s silhouette heading straight for them. He reached out with the Force, probing the vehicle and its passengers. He felt a bolt of anger rip through him as his suspicions were confirmed: Whoever was in the speeder was coming to kill him.

All of this, from Scourge’s first awareness of the speeder to confirmation of its hostile intent, took less than two seconds. Time enough for the speeder to close the distance and come bearing down on him.

Scourge leapt to the side as a barrage of blasterfire was unleashed from the vehicle. He hit the ground in a roll that brought him to his feet just in time to spring clear of a second series of bolts. Moving with the blinding speed of the Force, he raced across the courtyard, bolts ricocheting off the ground just behind him every step of the way. He dived behind the cover of the Emperor’s statue, his mind assessing the situation.

The speeder had to be equipped with an autotargeting blaster cannon; there was no other way the shots could have tracked him so closely on his desperate run for cover. Even a Sith Lord couldn’t evade that kind of firepower forever. He had to disable the vehicle.

The speeder was heading away from him, circling around for another strafing run. Before it could complete its turn, Scourge stepped out from behind the statue and launched his lightsaber across the courtyard. The crimson blade went spiraling through the night, tracing a wide, looping arc. It clipped the back end of the speeder, sending up a shower of spark and flame, and continued on its trajectory to return to Scourge’s outstretched hand.

The hum of the speeder’s engine pitched into a screaming whine as it completed its turn. Black smoke, barely visible against the dark clouds, billowed out from the rear engine. The vehicle began to lurch and wobble, losing altitude rapidly even as it opened fire yet again.

Scourge ducked back behind the Emperor’s statue, pressing his back firmly against it as a shower of bolts rained down on him. A second later the speeder flew overhead, its angle of attack dropping so steeply it actually decapitated the statue he was hiding behind.

The heavy stone head toppled down toward him, forcing Scourge to break cover to avoid being crushed. At the same time, he saw the speeder slam into the ground. Emergency repulsor fields absorbed the impact, saving the vehicle from being smashed to bits, but it still hit hard enough to send a piece of the damaged engine flying.

Holding his lightsaber high above his head with both hands, Scourge charged the downed speeder. Two passengers scrambled from the wreckage, shaken but unharmed. Scourge was only mildly surprised to recognize the two red-clothed mercenaries he’d encountered on the speeder pad back near the spaceport.

The male was on the far side of the speeder, struggling to get his blaster rifle out of the wreckage. The female was on the near side, her blaster pistols already drawn. Scourge was less than five meters away when she opened fire.

He didn’t bother trying to block the bolts. Instead, he launched himself upward, his forward momentum carrying him in a high, somersaulting leap that arced over both the woman and the damaged speeder. The sudden move caught her off guard, and though she fired several hurried shots, none hit him.

Twisting 180 degrees as he flew through the air, he landed on the other side of the speeder, right beside the male mercenary just as the man was bringing his own weapon to bear. Before he could fire, Scourge slashed his lightsaber diagonally across his enemy’s torso.

As the man’s corpse toppled to the ground, Scourge turned his attention back to the first mercenary. By this time she had spun to face him, and as her partner went down she unloaded another series of shots, forcing Scourge to duck behind the speeder for cover.

This time several of her blasts found their mark. Scourge’s armor absorbed the worst of the attack, but he felt a searing pain in his shoulder as a small amount of the particle beam energy found its way through a joint in his armor to scorch his flesh.

He focused on the pain, transforming it into anger to fuel the Force for a savage counterattack. At the same time, instinctively, he drew upon his opponent’s fear, adding it to his own passion and further amplifying the power he was gathering.

Channeling his rage, he unleashed a concentrated wave of energy that struck the woman square in the chest. The impact lifted her off her feet and sent her flying backward through the air. Her journey was cut short when she slammed against the base of one of the abstract statues. The sudden stop jarred the pistols from her hands, leaving her momentarily defenseless.

Scourge placed one hand on the hood of the speeder and vaulted over it, rushing to close in on his prone foe before she could regain her footing. But the mercenary was quick: She scrambled to her feet and pulled out a short electrorod, its tip crackling with a charge potent enough to knock an opponent unconscious with even a grazing blow.

Scourge pulled up short. The mercenary dropped into a fighting crouch, and the two combatants circled each other warily.

Had he wanted to, Scourge could have ended the encounter right then and there. Without her pistols, electrorod or not, the mercenary had no chance against a Sith Lord with a lightsaber. But killing her wouldn’t get him what he really wanted.

“Tell me who hired you and I’ll let you live,” he said.

“Do I look that stupid?” she countered, feinting and making a quick lunge that Scourge easily sidestepped.

“You’re obviously skilled,” he told her. “I can use someone like you. Tell me who hired you, and I’ll let you work for me. That, or throw your life away.”

She hesitated, and for an instant Scourge thought she might drop her weapon. And then the night was shattered by the sound of multiple blaster carbines. The bolts hammered the mercenary in the back, sending her stumbling toward Scourge. He saw a look of total bewilderment on her face as she sank to her knees. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. Then she fell facedown in the gravel, dead.

Turning, Scourge saw half a dozen guards standing in the courtyard near the door leading into the stronghold. Among them was a human wearing a commander’s uniform. He was short, broad-shouldered, and barrel-chested, with close-cropped blond hair and a neatly trimmed blond beard that contrasted sharply with his dark brown skin. Scourge recognized him from the holo: Murtog, Darth Nyriss’s head of security."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, even before meeting Darth Nyriss, had silenced countless lives on various worlds.

"Yet even exiled to the uncivilized sectors on the farthest borders of the Empire, he had still managed to forge his reputation. His martial skills and ruthless pursuit of the rebel leaders caught the notice of several prominent military leaders. Now, two years after leaving the Academy, he had returned to Dromund Kaas as a newly anointed Lord of the Sith."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

“Think of how many lives you have ended. How many assassinations you’ve performed."

―Sechel (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

"[Scourge is a] heavy-armored close combat assassin."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic Encyclopedia

Scourge was an expert in at least Juyo, Soresu, and Ataru. His skill was such that he can change his forms at random, which allowed him to be highly unpredictable even for skilled opponents.

"He was desperate to find some way to vent his frustrations, and today he had finally felt well enough to visit the stronghold’s exercise yard for a much-needed workout. He rarely went more than two or three days without practicing his drills, knowing that his continued survival would often depend on his martial expertise.

Though there were others in the yard, none was a worthy sparring partner. He would gain little from testing himself against any of Murtog’s soldiers. Even the guard captain himself wouldn’t present any real challenge to a fully trained Sith Lord.

Instead he performed a complex routine of drills designed to hone his reflexes, all while wearing his heavy armor. His crimson blade hummed as he cycled through the aggressive thrusts and cuts of Juyo, the seventh form of lightsaber combat. The weapon moved so fast that it was nothing but a blur, but each strike was precise and controlled."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"He abruptly changed tactics, shifting from the conventional defensive positions of the Soresu form to the acrobatic attack sequences of Ataru. Taking two quick steps to gain speed, Scourge leapt at the nearby cavern wall, planted both feet on its vertical surface, then pushed off hard to launch himself in a spinning flip over the man’s head."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"Only high-level masters of multiple forms can achieve and control the ultimate discipline known as Form VII."

―Star Wars Insider 62: Fightsaber

Telekinesis (Alter):

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, casually threw around many separatists fighters with extreme force - breaking bones and shattering skulls. Most of them were killed in the carnage.

"Violent bursts of the Force picked his victims up and tossed them around like rag dolls, breaking bones and shattering skulls."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge telekinetically killed a dozen Imperial Soldiers and Sith without raising a mere finger.

"If I wished to fight I would not have freed your crew or killed these guards."

―Scourge (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

"Sith = telling truth // Sith = freed us + secured hangar."

―T7-01 (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

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Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, telekinetically pushed a Sith Acolyte far back into a hard rock.

"He lashed out with the Force, striking the man in the chest hard enough to send him stumbling back several steps into the cavern wall.

The man struck the rough-hewn rock hard enough to knock the lightsaber from his hand, leaving him unarmed."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, telekinetically pushed a mercenary far back into a statue.

"Channeling his rage, he unleashed a concentrated wave of energy that struck the woman square in the chest. The impact lifted her off her feet and sent her flying backward through the air. Her journey was cut short when she slammed against the base of one of the abstract statues"

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, under the guidance of Revan, was capable of throwing an ordinary foe far across a room. While the burst unleashed was insignificant to Darth Nyriss' Force Barrier, it was still capable of knocking the immensely powerful Sith Lord off balance - allowing Meetra Surik to scramble away to safety..

"At the same time, Scourge lashed out with the Force, catching Nyriss flush in the center of her chest. An ordinary foe would have been thrown clear across the room, but Nyriss instinctively threw up a Force barrier to protect herself, absorbing and redirecting the brunt of the impact. Even so, Scourge’s attack knocked her off balance just enough to send her lightsaber wide of the mark, giving Meetra the opportunity she needed to scramble away to safety."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, slamed a Patrol Droid down so hard it shatters.

"The second took evasive action, dropping down behind the conveyor belt and a line of assembly droids. It skimmed along the ground, closing the gap until it popped up from behind its cover so it could fire at point-blank range. Scourge made sure it never got the chance.

Reaching out to grab the drone with the invisible hand of the Force, he slammed it back down to the ground. Its legs snapped off and went flying; its exterior hull cracked in multiple places; several of the welded plates tore loose. All the lights on its body went dim."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, telekinetically choked the Imperial Intelligence member Sechel.

"Scourge raised his hand toward Sechel and reached out to the Force. The servant began to gasp and clutch at his throat as his body was lifted slowly up into the air by an invisible hand.

“You will tell me what is going on,” Scourge said, his voice devoid of all emotion. “You will tell me everything, or you will die. Do you understand?”

Sechel tried to speak but could only cough and sputter. Instead he nodded frantically. Satisfied, Scourge released his hold. Abruptly Sechel dropped the full meter to the ground, where he landed in a heap, grunting in pain before scrambling to his knees."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, telekinetically choked the Imperial Intelligence member Sechel.

“On second thought, I think I’ll stay out here,” the other Sith replied. “I get the feeling you don’t like the answers I’m giving you.”

“Do you think I need to get you alone to inflict pain?” Scourge asked, casually reaching out with the Force to give Sechel’s windpipe a quick squeeze.

Sechel gasped and threw his hands up to his throat, his eyes wide with fear. “Nyriss will have your head if you harm me again!” he blustered."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge, while serving under Darth Nyriss, riped off the separatists' cameras mounted onto poles.

"There were four cams on the roof, mounted on poles at each corner. In rapid succession he reached out with the Force and snapped them off one by one, sending them tumbling from their perches to shatter on the street below."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge frequently used lightsaber throws in combat, in which it spanned great distances and killed even Sith.

"The speeder was heading away from him, circling around for another strafing run. Before it could complete its turn, Scourge stepped out from behind the statue and launched his lightsaber across the courtyard. The crimson blade went spiraling through the night, tracing a wide, looping arc. It clipped the back end of the speeder, sending up a shower of spark and flame, and continued on its trajectory to return to Scourge’s outstretched hand."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"With a casual flick of his wrist, Scourge sent his own lightsaber spiraling toward his defenseless foe. At the last second, the man threw up his hands in a vain effort to protect himself, but the glowing blade easily sliced through his palms and throat before ricocheting back to Scourge’s waiting grasp."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"The patrol drone’s sensors were focused on the gate, not on the Sith warrior bearing down on it from behind. Once he closed to within ten meters, Scourge ignited his lightsaber and launched it with a quick flick of the wrist. The spinning blade easily sliced through the unreinforced plating of the droid’s hull and into its control circuits, sending up a shower of sparks before returning to Scourge’s hand.

The hovering drone dropped to the ground, its repulsors rendered nonfunctional. Two of its three legs were pinned beneath the conical body; the third jutted out at a strange angle, mangled by the fall. The row of blinking lights flashed erratically, internal sensors overwhelmed by the catastrophic damage."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"Scourge turned his attention to the next two patrol drones. He dispatched the first by hurling his lightsaber at it, knocking it from the air with a single well-placed throw before it even got close enough to use its internally mounted blaster."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Consume Essence (Alter):

Scourge had a rare and unique ability in the Force where he feasts upon the raw emotions of his enemy, amplifying his own strength and power. The more powerful his opponent was, the more powerful he becomes. The ability itself resembles some of the core elements of Vaapad and Force Drain.

“You have a special gift. You do not just feed on the raw emotions of your foe; you gorge yourself on them. You feast on their primal fear. It amplifies your hate and anger. It fuels the power of the Force. It transforms you into an instrument of death and destruction.”

―Darth Nyriss (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

“Xedrix surrounds himself with acolytes of the dark side. Your talent will let you feed on their power and turn it against them. The greater your opponent’s connection to the Force, the stronger you become.”

―Darth Nyriss (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

"Scourge’s savage and sudden assault, and the bloody carnage he left in his wake, sent them into a panic. He fed on their primal fears. Some he killed, others he left mortally wounded and writhing on the floor, their lives enduring for thirty or forty agonizing seconds while their high-pitched cries of pain fueled his bloodlust. Scourge drank in their terror and confusion, and felt the growing power of the dark side"

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"He focused on the pain, transforming it into anger to fuel the Force for a savage counterattack. At the same time, instinctively, he drew upon his opponent’s fear, adding it to his own passion and further amplifying the power he was gathering."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"The two apprentices launched themselves at Scourge, unleashing their rage as they drew on the power of the dark side, unaware that their anger was feeding their opponent, as well."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

The Sith Lord fed on the man’s fear, savoring it as the heat of the dark side rushed through him

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"During his time at the Academy, Scourge had discovered that there were many ways to draw upon the power of the Force. His natural talents had led him down the path of the warrior: learning to channel his emotions into strength and raw outbursts of lethal energy. But other students had trained with the Inquisitors, studying a very different curriculum."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Telepathy (Alter):

The content in the next section reflects the umbrella title of Telepathy, also known as Force Fear, Mind Trick, Mind Control, Dominate Mind, Force Illusions, Force Persuasion, Affect Mind, and Alter Mind.

Scourge sent ripples of fear into the minds of the surviving separatists.

"He channeled that power and refocused it, sending it out in waves that rippled across the room, further inciting the panicked retreat of his enemies."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Force Concealment (Control):

The content in the next section reflects the power(s) of Force Concealment, also known as Force Cloak, Force Stealth, Buried Presence, Force Camouflage, Force Fade, or Force Haze.

Scourge was able to conceal his presence from Dark Council member Darth Xedris and two Sith Acolytes from a few meters away. He was also able to ward himself off from the chill of the subterranean air.

"As expected, Darth Xedrix hadn’t come alone. A pair of Sith acolytes—humans, one male, one female—preceded him, striding into the cave, lightsabers drawn. They wore light armor under robes of blue and gold, the colors of their liege.

The circular cavern was only ten meters in diameter and dark. The only illumination came from their blades and the glowing fungus that clung to the rough rock walls. Scourge crouched in the shadows, wrapped in a cloak of the dark side that both made him invisible to the Force and helped to ward off the chill of the subterranean air. He remained motionless as the pair passed within a few meters of his hiding place, patiently waiting."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

“No, Xedrix would sense it coming. Whoever we send will have to hide his presence through the Force until Xedrix walks into the trap.”

―Darth Nyriss (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

Force Speed (Control):

The content in the next section reflects the power(s) of Force Speed, also known as Force Sprint.

Scourge ran faster than an auto-targeting blaster cannon could track.

"Scourge leapt to the side as a barrage of blasterfire was unleashed from the vehicle. He hit the ground in a roll that brought him to his feet just in time to spring clear of a second series of bolts. Moving with the blinding speed of the Force, he raced across the courtyard, bolts ricocheting off the ground just behind him every step of the way... The speeder had to be equipped with an autotargeting blaster cannon"

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge moved his lightsaber in precise blurs under heavy armor.

"Instead he performed a complex routine of drills designed to hone his reflexes, all while wearing his heavy armor. His crimson blade hummed as he cycled through the aggressive thrusts and cuts of Juyo, the seventh form of lightsaber combat. The weapon moved so fast that it was nothing but a blur, but each strike was precise and controlled."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge moved faster than programmed Patrol Droids could react.

"The Force had sustained him so far: protecting him from the worst of the heat and allowing him to move faster than his enemies could react. "

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge moved his hand faster than Imperial Intelligence member Sechel could react.

"Before he could react, Scourge jabbed out with his hand, driving his fingers into Sechel’s throat."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge augmented himself to supernatural speeds with the Force.

"Two hovering patrol drones similar to the one he had dispatched earlier were the first to arrive on the scene, swooping down to floor level from one of the catwalks near the eastern wall. Scourge charged, moving with the supernatural speed of the Force."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

An exhausted and injured Scourge drew on the Force for speed.

"Jumping the security fence wasn’t an option in his current state, so he headed for the gate he’d unlocked for Sechel at the start of the mission. He was slowing down, the weight of his armor sapping the last of his strength; he drew on the Force to give himself a last burst of speed."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Force Jump (Control):

The content in the next section reflects the power(s) of Force Jump, also known as Force Leap.

Scourge used the Force to jump above a nine foot tall security fence.

“Meet me at the gate,” Scourge said. Not bothering to wait for a reply, he broke from his cover, sprinting toward the three-meter-high security fence. Building speed with a dozen quick steps, he launched himself into the air, his cape billowing out behind him. He cleared the fence by only a few centimeters, close enough that he could feel a tingle in the soles of his boots from the lethal current coursing through it.

At the apex of his leap he hung suspended in the air for just an instant; then gravity reasserted its hold and he plummeted to the ground. He landed in a three-point stance, using his free hand to help absorb the impact."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge jumped far above and behind two skilled mercenaries with great speed.

"The male was on the far side of the speeder, struggling to get his blaster rifle out of the wreckage. The female was on the near side, her blaster pistols already drawn. Scourge was less than five meters away when she opened fire.

He didn’t bother trying to block the bolts. Instead, he launched himself upward, his forward momentum carrying him in a high, somersaulting leap that arced over both the woman and the damaged speeder. The sudden move caught her off guard, and though she fired several hurried shots, none hit him."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Force Sense (Sense):

Scourge had the rare gift of Shatterpoint, being able to sense the flaws and weakness of another with a mere observation. The origins of this ability seemingly go back to his expertise in interrogation (see "Physical Attributes"), where he was able to distinguish fact from fiction. However, with centuries of experience battling countless warriors, he has mastered such gift to greater heights.

"Centuries spent watching his fellow Sith Lords rise and fall has given Lord Scourge a unique perspective on people. He can analyze someone’s flaws after only brief observation, and freely shares his perceptions (whether they’re wanted or not)."

―Lord Scourge Codex Entry (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

"In his many decades as the Emperor's personal executioner, Scourge has developed a unique view of people, and a fatalistic view of the galaxy at large. He possesses an uncanny ability to analyze those around him to discover their weaknesses, and use that knowledge to his advantage."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic Official Website

"Effective interrogation was an art, and Scourge had an innate ability to parse fact from fiction."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge expanded his senses to an enormous manufacturing plant to scan for life.

"Reaching out with the Force, he could sense no other living beings in the vicinity."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge registered an immense amount of details without even conscious thought.

"Scourge leapt through the hatch leading into the warehouse’s upper floor. There were no interior walls; it consisted of a single massive room. In the far corner a staircase led down to the lower level. A row of mattresses ran along one wall, but the primary purpose of the space seemed to be storage. Crates and footlockers were scattered about, along with a haphazard collection of armor, weapons, and other military equipment. A computer terminal had been set up near the mattresses, along with four blank monitors that would once have shown the images from the security cams on the roof.

Scourge registered all this without conscious thought; his primary focus was on the twenty-odd humans struggling into their combat gear to join the battle downstairs."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge sensed fear in Darth Xedrix despite the Dark Council member trying to conceal himself.

"Scourge reached out with the Force again, trying once more to catch a glimpse beneath Xedrix’s veil. To his surprise he sensed something this time. Fear. Desperation. And almost no trace of the dark side burning inside his enemy."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge sensed the presence and emotions of the occupants of a speeder from afar as hostile in seconds.

"All of this, from Scourge’s first awareness of the speeder to confirmation of its hostile intent, took less than two seconds."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"In the darkness of the storm, he could just make out the speeder’s silhouette heading straight for them. He reached out with the Force, probing the vehicle and its passengers. He felt a bolt of anger rip through him as his suspicions were confirmed: Whoever was in the speeder was coming to kill him."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge sensed the presence of Revan across the vast distance of space around Nathema.

"As they broke the atmosphere of the cursed world, some semblance of normalcy returned. Scourge felt the Force rushing in to fill the emptiness inside him; he felt its power invigorating him and restoring his strength. At the same time, he also felt something else: the presence of someone strong in the Force—someone who was neither Nyriss nor him.

Nyriss suddenly began punching away at the shuttle’s controls, scanning the system for another vessel, and Scourge knew she felt it, too."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge sensed the lack of Force-sensitivity of the Imperial Intelligence member Sechel.

"Reaching out, Scourge sensed only the faintest hint of the Force in the other, and his features twisted into a sneer of revulsion."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge used the Force to probe his surroundings to ensure there is no threat around him.

"As he drew near the offices, he saw both Sechel and Murtog huddled at a comm terminal. Surprisingly, there were no other members of Murtog’s team nearby. Scourge approached cautiously, probing with the Force to see if he could detect any immediate threat."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Force Visions (Sense):

Scourge had a Force Vision that showed him millions of possible scenarios of Revan's fight with the Emperor. Then, in absolute clarity, he saw the future of the Hero of Tython's triumph over the Emperor - a future that would later come true. During this experience, time itself froze in place.

"For Scourge, the universe suddenly seemed frozen in place, as if time itself had stopped. He realized he was at a crux in history; fate and destiny would be forever altered in the next few moments.

The Force washed over him in a wave, and a million possible futures flickered through his mind simultaneously. In some the Emperor was no more; in others he had transformed the entire galaxy into an empty wasteland. He saw both Revan’s triumph and defeat in the throne room; he saw variations of his own life and death played out over and over in every conceivable way, shape, and form.

He had to choose, but there was no way to know which was the most likely outcome, or what actions of his would lead to which results. Revan had said visions could guide the Jedi, but for Scourge they brought nothing but confusion.

The moment passed and the universe began to move again, though everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Revan and Meetra stepped forward, ready to initiate the final confrontation. Scourge knew he had to act now; he had to make his choice.

In a sudden moment of clarity he saw the Emperor lying defeated at the feet of a powerful Jedi, but that Jedi was neither Revan nor Meetra. And the Sith Lord knew what he had to do."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge saw a Force Vision of the Emperor consuming the entire galaxy.

"Jedi are not alone in seeing the future. Centuries ago I had a vision of the Emperor destroying the galaxy. Republic, Empire, everything gone."

―Scourge (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

Scourge saw a Force Vision of Revan and the Jedi Exile's defeat by the Emperor.

"He propped himself into a sitting position and closed his eyes, trying to open himself up to the Force. Taking slow, deep breaths, he focused on letting his mind open itself to the infinite possibilities swirling through time and space. After several minutes he managed to drift into a state of semiconsciousness.

Revan lay motionless on the floor of the Citadel’s throne room. Meetra and Scourge lay beside him, their bodies twisted and broken, clinging to the last moments of life.

The Emperor approached the trio, regarding them with a cold and casual contempt as he loomed above his fallen adversaries. Scourge tried to stand and flee, but his crippled limbs wouldn’t support his weight. All he could do was crawl on his belly like a worm.

His efforts drew the attention of the Emperor, who didn’t speak but came over and lowered himself to one knee. He grabbed Scourge by the shoulder and rolled him over so he was staring up into the twin voids of the Emperor’s eyes.

As he reached out a hand and placed it on Scourge’s forehead, the Sith began to scream.

Scourge’s eyes popped open as his mind snapped to a fully alert state of consciousness. His heart was pounding, and he could still hear the sound of his own scream ringing in his ears...

Scourge shook his head, trying to push away the remnants of his dream. But the memory stayed with him, and he began to realize that what he had seen was something more than a mere nightmare.

The experience lacked the hazy, surreal feel of a dream. It had been too vivid, the details too sharp and precise to be a figment manifested by his subconscious. There was only one possible explanation for what had happened: the Force had given Scourge a vision."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Precognition (Sense):

Scourge's instincts or Farsight were known to rarely be wrong.

“My instincts are seldom wrong. My reputation is well earned.”

―Scourge (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

Scourge commonly had premonitions of danger through the Force.

“Have you ever felt a premonition of danger through the Force? Sensed a threat before it was revealed?”

“Of course.”

―Revan and Scourge (Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan)

Force Listening (Sense):

Scourge heard the sound of a faint speeder from afar through a storm on Dromund Kaas.

"He was still pondering this new information when he heard a speeder approaching through the storm. The sound was innocuous, but it instantly put his senses on high alert. His heart began beating rapidly and his breathing quickened. A rush of adrenaline caused his cheek tendrils to twitch and his muscles to tense."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Pain Resistance:

The content in the next section reflects the umbrella title of Pain Resistance, including Control Pain, Endurance, Stamina, Pain Tolerance, and Durability.

Scourge received Immortality at the hands of the Empire in a process that bound Scourge to eternal pain and suffering. The agony was unbearable, described as feeling like invisible claws ripping his insides. Over centuries, Scourge eventually became unable to feel pain itself anymore. All the quotes below, with the exception of the quotes linked to this feat, reflect to a time before Scourge received such gift.

“Feel your mortality as it is stripped away.”

Scourge screamed as invisible claws tore at his insides, seemingly shredding his vital organs.

The heat in his chest had spread to the rest of his body; it felt as if his blood were made of fire. The agony became unbearable, and he shrieked and collapsed to the floor.

“The ritual cannot be undone,” the Emperor said as Scourge writhed and wept at his feet.

Through his torment, Scourge realized with dawning horror what the Emperor was saying. The ritual was over, but the searing heat and the rending of his insides continued unabated.

Focusing his will, he managed to still the convulsions racking his body. He forced himself to his knees, though every movement seemed to amplify the pain. Trembling, he rose to his feet and addressed the Emperor.

“How long will this anguish last?” he asked, his jaw clenched.

“As time passes you will learn to accept and endure your suffering,” the Emperor answered. “Your mind and body will find ways to deal with the pain. After many months you will become accustomed enough to it to function in your role as the Emperor’s Wrath. Eventually you will simply become numb, unable to feel anything at all.”

“Why?” Scourge asked, his voice something between a sob and a moan.

“Everything has a cost,” the Emperor explained. “This is the price of immortality.”

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"Lord Scourge was rewarded the title of the Emperor's Wrath and an eternally agonizing immortality."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic Encyclopedia

Lord Scourge has dutifully served the Empire for over three hundred years, his life unnaturally prolonged by perverse technology and his master’s dark side powers."

―Lord Scourge Codex Entry (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

Despite the terrible pain of excruciating Force Lightning, Scourge still managed to rise to his feet.

"Scourge broke into a run, charging at his enemy the instant he understood the nature of the trap. Xedrix had kept him talking while he gathered his power for a single, lethal attack.

Xedrix raised his left hand and unleashed his power in a storm of purple lightning. Scourge instinctively used the Force to throw up an invisible barrier to shield himself. The bolts arced through the air, ripping through the shield to engulf Scourge in electric agony.

He screamed, his voice rising above the hiss and crackle of the fiery energy coursing through his veins. Every nerve in his body exploded in excruciating pain as the lightning seared his flesh, cooking him in his own armor. He fell to the floor, curled into himself, his skin blistered and burned. The whole thing had taken only a few seconds...

Ignoring the terrible pain, Scourge somehow forced himself to his feet. Xedrix raised an eyebrow in mild surprise."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge rose to his feet after having several broken ribs, cuts in dozens of places, bleeding on the head and neck, thrown onto the ground by a massive explosion, and immense exhaustion.

"Fortunately, most of the explosion was contained within the plant, preventing them from being pulverized by the concussive force. As it was, they were swept off their feet and sent tumbling through the security gate by a wall of air, sound, and shards of glass. Scourge hit the ground, rolled onto his stomach, and instinctively covered the back of his head as debris rained down around them. He lay there for about thirty seconds, dazed, ears still ringing.

He forced himself to his feet, triggering a coughing fit. The broken ribs made it feel like his chest was being stabbed as he hacked up bloodflecked phlegm. The back of his head and neck were also bleeding: flying glass had cut him in at least a dozen places, though his armor had shielded most of his body."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"Forcing his weary legs into a run, he raced across the pitch-black manufacturing floor. His broken ribs made it almost impossible to catch his breath, and his thighs and calves were on fire."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Even after suffering extreme pain, Scourge refused to show any sign of weakness.

"This time several of her blasts found their mark. Scourge’s armor absorbed the worst of the attack, but he felt a searing pain in his shoulder as a small amount of the particle beam energy found its way through a joint in his armor to scorch his flesh."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"As Murtog led the way through the halls of the stronghold, Lord Scourge did his best to ignore the pain radiating from his wounded shoulder... The pain in Scourge’s shoulder was becoming more intense as his armor rubbed against the wounded flesh. Yet he kept pace with the stocky human, refusing to show any sign of weakness."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge felt unbearable pain and heat but continued to press himself onward.

"With the five hovering patrol drones closing in on him, Scourge raced toward the vats of molten metal in the center of the room. The catwalk he was on passed right beside the nearest vat. As he drew closer, the heat became almost unbearable. He felt his skin blistering, but he ignored the pain and continued onward."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Physical Attributes:

Scourge's armor absorbed direct blaster fire into his chest and shoulders. This is a display of Durability.

"The drones opened fire, but Scourge never changed course, relying on his armor to absorb their blaster bolts. One of the bolts narrowly missed his ear; two more slammed into his chest. He felt the impact, but it wasn’t enough even to knock him off-stride."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

"One of the bolts struck Scourge squarely between the shoulder blades, but luckily it didn’t penetrate his armor."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge crushed the face of a Sith Acolyte with his boot, shattering cartilage and bone.

"Scourge landed beside their prone forms. He brought his heavy boot crashing down on his fallen foe’s face, relishing the wet crunch of cartilage and bone beneath his heel. Her body spasmed, the muscles locked in the seizures of her death throes."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge injured then later breaks the neck of Imperial Intelligence member Sechel, killing him.

"Before he could react, Scourge jabbed out with his hand, driving his fingers into Sechel’s throat.

The other Sith dropped to his knees, gasping for air. Scourge stepped inside the apartment and closed the door behind him.

Sechel struggled to speak, but all that came out was a rasping cough...

He brought his left arm up and under Sechel’s chin, the forearm pressing hard on his windpipe. At the same time his right hand reached around and gripped the top of Sechel’s head.

Sechel had become a liability. Scourge couldn’t leave him behind, and taking him with him was far more trouble than it was worth.

The smaller Sith struggled to break the hold as Scourge began to apply pressure to the vertebrae in his neck. There were literally hundreds of ways he could have killed Sechel, but given their history he wanted their final moments to be up close and personal.

Sechel tried to kick him, but Scourge had positioned himself so that the flailing foot of the other Sith only struck feebly against his thigh. He took a deep breath, braced his left arm, and yanked hard with his right hand. There was a surprisingly loud pop, and Sechel’s body spasmed once before going completely limp."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge backhanded the famed Jedi Revan's cheek, causing him to bleed and swell.

"The tall male Sith beside her reached out with a hand and casually delivered a backhanded slap across Revan’s cheek. “We don’t have time to play games,” he said. His voice wasn’t angry or threatening; it was calm and completely matter-of-fact.

Revan tasted blood; the smack had cut the inside of his mouth. He could feel the sting of the wound and the swelling of his lip. Apparently the drugs used to dull his mind had been carefully selected so they would not interfere with the sensation of physical pain."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

Scourge was a master at interrogation and dominated the minds of strong-willed subjects.

"Effective interrogation was an art, and Scourge had an innate ability to parse fact from fiction... His advanced techniques, combined with his ability to draw upon the dark side, allowed him to quickly dominate weak minds. Strong-willed subjects were more of a challenge, yet in the end he always got results."

―Star Wars: The Old Republic: Revan

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