Command Bridge -- Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer, Spiteful
Deep Space -- Helska System
It had been weeks since Krag's evolution, which he called it in order to keep himself partly sane, yet it was getting no easier to cope with. The burning smell of embers trailed him like a sick puppy and he constantly reeked of a sulfur smell that could gag a Mustafarian. His darkened, ashy skin trailed streams of black vapor made of smoke and small bits of microscopic cinders that fell from his skin like dust. He had turned into a hideous monstrosity and he knew it, not only did he know it but he despised the fact ever second of every day. He felt like it was a sign of weakness, he had let a dead man curse him with a vile disease that struck him of his 'perfect body'. He had already killed multiple Imperial soldiers for their lingering eyes, he might have had his eyes opened to the true origins of the Graug but he still felt the same pride he did before. Lingering eyes reminded him only of his condition and he had no intention of being reminded more often than he needed too.
It was already bad enough that he could feel his only power and life slowly trickling away. The more powerful he got the more he could feel himself giving way to the ashes that he now embodied. For the time being he was being held together by a dark entity he had no comprehension of, no doubt powerful darkside magic, but as his power grew he could feel the magic weakening. It was just as the dark phantom had said upon his cursing, the loss of his life would be subtle and no matter how hard he tried he could not heal himself through power alone. Sith were to grow stronger with power, but the curse sounded as if it would follow him even past death. Krag was determined to find a way to cure this curse and free himself from its grip and that meant he needed to grow stronger, he needed more power. Once he had more power he could utilize every asset in the galaxy to find a way to cure his aliment and that kind of power only came from the highest seat of Imperial power, the Emperor himself.
For now, though, he would become a loyal servant to the will of Tyrin and fulfill his will as he once fulfilled his mother's. Tyrin was a powerful Sith and through him. Krag may be able to find a cure before taking any steps to establish the Graug Empire. Besides, there was no harm in helping grow the Sith while he plotted the destruction of his mother's kingdom on Gratos.
Stepping onto the bridge of Gregor's ship, Krag stomped over to his fellow knight and filled the room with the overwhelming scents of sulfur and burnt flesh. "The glory of the Empire knows no bounds...it even takes this useless excuse for a planet." Krag boomed in his new understanding of basic, thanks to the phantom who taught him the true ways of the fire and cursed him.