Posted 02 August 2017 - 09:43 AM
He tapped his thumbs on the yolk in a gentle rhythm, pondering his position and looking at nothing for a while.
"You’re a clever woman. A powerful woman. You have connections and you have wealth and resources. I want all of that."
He stayed looking out at the vast arena and its bright lighting.
"I have the Dark Side as my ally. I know the battlefields across the galaxy and those who are important in the game, and those who aren’t. We both want the same thing."
With his face set, he turned his head to the woman who bore the mark he had laid on her. He had an idea, and it was a blunt one.
"I propose we form an alliance as of now. I will have your resources, you will have my power. Do you accept?"
Posted 02 August 2017 - 12:09 PM
Posted 02 August 2017 - 03:05 PM
He looked around as they went under, and finally things made a little more sense as a control station emerged under the secrecy of the sports complex.
As Tmoxin talked, Connor walked around, listening to every word and taking in what she had built up here, and just how far her tendrils stretched.
"I think we can - "
He noted her mouth open, and close, and that was enough to stop him also.
"There. Speak. What were you going to say." He pointed. "Speak up."
If there was one thing he wasn't going to tolerate, it was people not speaking from the heart before backing out.
Posted 02 August 2017 - 10:22 PM
Posted 03 August 2017 - 04:46 AM
"Alright. First, I have somebody. She’s a Pureblood, not human, but she will do. She is feisty, sure, but she will be of great use to you I am sure. I’ll see what I can do."
The Pureblood would be useful after all. Next, he hummed to himself and walked closer, looking at the floor in thought about the next steps.
"Second, we will go ahead with what you propose. We can’t allow any memories be raked up to use against me, be them Jedi or Sith. There should be no room for failure, and there is certainly no room to reflect on a past life." He walked around her, deep in thought and plotting out loud. "Faces and names must be retained – such a wealth of knowledge serving the Light is a wonderful weapon to have, but the ties to Connor must be cut. They must be blurred. Opinions and relationships must be formed by me alone with a fresh outlook."
With a tap again, he looked up at Tmoxin, sitting without a care in the world.
"If you do this right, you will have gained my trust."
Posted 03 August 2017 - 07:02 AM
Posted 03 August 2017 - 02:23 PM
"If she's captured or killed then that's her problem. The second she's here, you do what you want with her. If it keeps us in a state of trust then she's just fine here for me."
Coming to a stop opposite where the Commander poured her drink, the table between them and a few bottles of various colours and sizes, Connor looked at her while she made her diagnosis on him. He admired her gall.
"I am beyond pain. Pain pushes you and reminds you that you're alive. Pain does not deter me, so do what it takes to get them out." He tapped his temple. "There's a wealth of information here you can erase, but I will tell you what to keep for it will give us an advantage when the war comes. The faces and memories will fuel me for the right reason. Revenge."
He lifted his head and his eyes flashed at the thought of it.
"However, you're mistaken. I did not fall. I rose up. All I know is that on the dark world of Maena, the Sith Sorceress Matsu Xiangu finally destroyed the physical and mental resilience of the Jedi Connor Harrison, and partially due to his own sacrifice. He gave up the claim of the Dark Side and wanted to atone for his sins against the Light. So he did. He wanted to die." He didn't pause for breath, as if the story had been imprinted on his mind. "The Jedi did die, but the body and soul remained. There, with the Dark Side free to emerge from within, it consumed his soul and mind and the Sorceress patched up the body, enhanced it, and I was born."
He started at Tmoxin, in silence, to let her understand the man before her was more of a monster than he looked.
"My loyalty is to her, no Dark Lord or Sith Master. I will do what I have to in order to spread fear, death and chaos through the galaxy like wildfire and pull apart the Jedi piece by piece until I am satisfied."
A thought came to him.
"There is one face you must not touch. No relationship you must break. Coci Heavenshield. Leave her there. She will be dealt with in my own time."
The thought of what he could do to her, her family and her order brought a smile to his lips.
Edited by Connor Harrison, 03 August 2017 - 02:23 PM.
Posted 04 August 2017 - 11:27 AM
Posted 04 August 2017 - 12:05 PM
"Coci and Thurion Heavenshield were Masters of the Silver Jedi Order. Thurion was Grandmaster, Coci his High Master. Husband and wife taking over a Jedi Order for their own benefit until they ran it into the ground and fled." He began to copy Tmoxin toying with a glass bottle. "Coci was important to Connor and he trusted her, but she never trusted him and always took steps to ensure he never gained the power within the Order he deserved. If she did, we would not be here and he would have taken the Silver Jedi into new heights. Or lows. Anyway, when he fell and went looking to take back what was his, she used the Wall Of Light on him."
He glanced up to her.
"For a Force user, imagine having the sensation of not being able feel what you have all your life. As if you lost the ability to walk or talk, but you knew how, you just couldn't. She reduced him to a near mortal and cast him out to survive in the wilderness of Voss without his Force aura. It took months to try and get it back, but he never fully did reclaim a Master or Lord status."
He sighed and shook his head, tapping the bottle.
"Taking his lightsaber that once belonged to Jedi Anakin and Luke Skywalker, and the girl Rey who fought with the Resistance all those years ago, Coci broke Connor and had her husband banish him. So, for doing that, I want to return and show what she helped make, and make sure she sees her loved ones suffer the way he did and she feels the wrath of the Dark Side of the Force she tried to contain."
A few seconds passed in silence.
Posted 05 August 2017 - 07:03 AM
Posted 05 August 2017 - 10:55 AM
Connor had felt no shift in allegiance from Tmoxin, and she had been open, free and willing to help. Her goal was the same as his, but they were walking different paths.
"I trust you."
He took a bottle in his hand, examined the contents and smelt it, and then placed it back down.
"I have no reason not to trust you, and I know you know repercussions will be swift if that trust is broken. But you don't get anywhere without taking a leap of faith."
Connor stood up to full height, hands on the table; one black, one white.
"The sooner the better. There is an invasion soon, and I need to be there, so time must not be wasted. If you can start today, that will be best for us all."
Posted 06 August 2017 - 07:12 AM
Posted 07 August 2017 - 09:46 AM
Standing at the window of the small private room he had been provided, Connor looked out at nothing and thought about what this would mean. His greatcoat was folded neatly across the bunk, and his basic black jumper and trousers made him look so bleak, so normal, so human. No armour, no swathes of colour. Nothing.
The process to remove memories could leave him psychotic. It could leave him in a coma. It could kill him. Or, if done correctly, could make him feel refreshed and eager to forge new relationships and cut away the dead flesh of the past.
He would also need an identity.
Connor Harrison’s name could no longer be associated with the Dark entitity using his body, and so he would need a name himself.
There was time to find one with meaning, and the rain was a gentle comfort as it tapped on the windows while he waited to be called.
Posted 07 August 2017 - 05:18 PM
Posted 08 August 2017 - 04:44 AM
As if a regal couple walking into a ceremony, Connor and Tmoxin walked the stark white corridor across a black and blue floor into the procedure room, the two doors parting with no sound. Inside the room, a long chair was fixed to the floor. Two large blue lights and scanners were positioned above on the ceiling and a computer terminal at the rear of the room with a number of monitors on the wall.
The procedure sounded simple and painful, but a necessary evil. Connor walked to the chair slowly, feeling like he was walking towards his own execution. He rolled up his sleeves, turned and settled himself in the chair, the cool metal evident as he sat.
He looked only at Tmoxin as an aide came to gently hold his head back and fix the electroencephalography monitor across his brow. Next, his wrists, the cybernetic arm fixed tighter to allow no movement at all in the stronger limb. Within seconds, he was sat and strapped in. There was nothing evident in the way of tools that he could see.
"You have it written down what I want removed. It’s up to you now to do it and allow me to be free, finally. If you don’t, kill me than try repair your botched mistakes, Commander."
Exhaling, the experiment sat still in the chair and waited. The pain would be worth it if he was allowed to have his own personality and memories rather that of a failed Jedi Master.
Posted 09 August 2017 - 07:01 AM
Posted 09 August 2017 - 08:35 AM
As Tmoxin spoke, he looked at her and heard a few words as a drilling noise reverberating around his head, then he tensed and he tore his eyes up to stare through them to the back wall to focus and calm himself. Fingers, human and metal, gripped the arms of the chair.
He didn’t want to move, but with each sharp stab of pain that seemed to shoot down his spinal cord, his body tensed and jolted, which in turn made it worse. He had to work through the initial pain of the operation, which started to make him drowsy and want to give up, but there was no way he could afford to.
Images flashed before his very eyes, as if shone into his face with a bright light that left an imprint over what he could see. Distorted blues, reds and blacks of faces, weapons, buildings – imprints of the past, negatives of his memories shooting into his sight seconds after being cut. They each dissolved with ghostly disorientation. Slowly, his body started to gently tremble as the pain increased and he fought his own instinct to react.
All the muscles tensed in the top half of his body as it felt like electricity was being fed into her nervous system, but he suppressed any vocal protest. Connor closed his eyes to blot out faces, because now he could almost hear them calling his name.
”…I never tried blue milk…”
”…you are weak; and embarrassment…”
As Connor’s body shook, his left eye began to weep blood, the stress causing the deranged tear duct to seep and let the crimson streak down his face.
”…to Iego, world of your dreams…”
He forced his eyes open and stared up at the blue lights above, riding out the process, breathing through short, sharp gasps.
Posted 09 August 2017 - 09:49 AM
Posted 09 August 2017 - 10:17 AM
The restraining strap prevented his head from turning away. All he could do was close his eyes, but with the sound buzzing in his mind and the pain shooting through his body, his eyes were open and fixed onto the swirling blue lights above, two sets pointing down at him. Another image faded, another voice and explosion of lights, sound and places gone.
His wrists were shaking, his veins prominent and pulsing under the flesh of his one good arm as he fought to break free; the natural reaction of a man shackled under something some could see as torture. Fists clenching, muscles rigid, heart beating.
”…to be a Shadow, like you. Train me, Master…”
Before him, a swirling figure appeared from the blinding white lights of the room. Black and red and white, coming in and out of focus, a being hovering above talking down to him, reaching through and pulling his mind apart bit by bit.
Gasping for breath, Connor seethed as the pain increased more and he cried out in random shouts of rage, fighting the process and doing what he could to work through it. Whatever the being was, it was not going to take his life, not today.
”…failure as a Jedi and as a Sith, oh Connor…”
The hairs on his neck rose, and his body tingled with some horrid forewarning something wasn’t right.
His heart-rate increased, the monitors blinked and charted his rising resistance to the process hissing away inside his brain, needles piercing into his brain and probing his mind like a chunk of meat.
Posted 09 August 2017 - 02:41 PM