A Dark Arrival...

[Morrison Jericho]

Coruscant...

It was the one place Morrison could think of. A place of limitless opportunity, a place where you could meet anyone, or anything, from a ship maintenance droid, all the way to a Jedi master. It was a place for every man, woman, bot and the like to prosper in their own way. It was the central Plaza, here you could find everything you could need, from a ship to a blaster rifle. But the good thing about this place, was that not many jedi or sith hung around this area, unless they were on a specific mission.

Morrison had not led a good life, a happy life, a fulfilling life, from the day he entered the facility 11 years ago, he had merely been an experiment, a toy. Ever since the day he was pushed out, he had to find somewhere. But being a man with both metal legs, and arms, and a metal clad face, it was a little hard to find friends, or avoid attention. He had been away for a mere month, and he could still feel the pain. The feel of the unappealing burns across his skin, constantly burning in excruciating pain. The scars, holding memories of a broken childhood, a broken man.

He found a small cafe, very few were in it, so he decided to take refuge there for the day. He sat with some water, and tried to think what he was going to do. He had no one, and nothing. He had massive skill in the force, but it was useless, as he had little control over it. His high force signature was like a flashing beacon to those around him, so he prayed to himself, hoping he wouldn't be found...


His prayers would not be answered...

 

[Darth Ferus]

Cafe's weren't the normal place for the Zabrak. Normally, he enjoyed his bars, sitting down and drinking his signature drink of whisky. But here he was, sitting at a table by the door with a simple water in his hand and enjoying the view outside. Coruscant was a peaceful place, now that the Sith didn't own it. Oh, how he longed for the days of the One Sith, where he could of flashed some fancy force tricks and everyone around him would beg to be spared. But now, he dressed as an average smuggler, keeping the massive pistol on his hip with his sword on the other. No one looked twice at a sword these days, almost everyone had one.

But it was this evening something different happened. The door behind him opened, and from it a strong scent of death filled his nostrils. Casually he turned his head, his eyes searching eagerly for the source. To Ferox's surprise, it was [member="Morrison Jericho"] , a boy. How could someone so young have such a horrid aura. It made the Sith rather curious. Up from his seat he went, walking right up to the cyborg with water in hand.

"Mind if I sit?"

 

[Morrison Jericho]

Sit? Next to him? Who was this... It couldn't be a sith, it just couldn't be. All they had done to him, all he had lost. He felt as if it was all going to start crumbling on his head. Maybe he could see his aura? He felt like running, hiding, anything else. It was strange though, even with the limited control Morrison had, he could feel his calm aura. He could sense he was not there to kill him. At least not now. He thought maybe he could be docile, for now. He had to make sure he kept calm, if he did not, the men and women sitting in the cafe would not have a nice death.

"You're welcome to it" He motioned his hand towards the chair, telling him to sit.

He needed answers, if he had a single hope of staying calm.
"Who are you..."


[member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Most people call me Krest. I suppose you can to." A friendly smile was offered to [member="Morrison Jericho"] before the Zabrak sat down beside him. Now only a foot away the Sith could clearly feel the fear, the anger, all emanating from the cyborg. This pleased the Lord as he took another sip from his water. Oh yes, this boy would do just fine for what he needed. Casually the cup would be set upon the table, and once more the blue eyed man would gaze to the metal mask.

"So. Sith got to ya, huh?"

 

[Morrison Jericho]

"Sith got to me... Sith...." He started to chuckle, almost uncontrollably, it was the only way he could react to such a statement, but in reality, under that metal mask, a stream of tears were running down his face, feeling all the pain he was caused in a single moment, the anguish, the anger...

"I guess you could say that..." He kept staring at the water, thinking whether to take his mask of and drink, and reveal his appearance. It was the first time he had done anything of this sort, but he decided to do it, it may make him feel better.

"You've probably seen worse, but i'll show you under the mask..." He motioned his hands towards several metal nails sticking into his skull, as he pressed them, a loud hiss came from the mask, and a small run of blood came from his chin, running down his chest. He slowly motioned the mask of his face, and a true horror was revealed. Morrison's face was covered in cuts and severe burns. He was missing an ear, part of his nose, and his right eye was completely corrupted, having a red eye, ringed with yellow. He had no hair, his scalp being covered in scabs.

He took a sip of his water, with great pain, and put the glass back on the table.

"I'm a monster... aren't i?"

[member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A brow raised at such a horrid sight. Not a scream, not a look of disgust. Just a simple brow. Ferox had seen things just as bad, that was how the Sith worked after all. Monsters, of all shapes and sizes, were constantly churned out of their war machine. But that's not what this Sith wanted. He wasn't looking for a monster, but someone strong in the Force. Untrained. Just like [member="Morrison Jericho"] .

"You are quite horrendous, that's true. Tell me, have you ever dreamed of getting revenge? You sure look like it's worth the attempt, yeah?" The Zabrak remained rather casual on what was sure to be a tender subject. He neither showed sympathy or complete disregard. Instead, he wanted to talk to the boy like an equal, not someone to be pitied or spat upon.

 

[Morrison Jericho]

"An Opportunity for Revenge eh?" The bar shook a little as he said this, he now felt such anger flowing through him. He liked this, if he could enact his revenge on his enemies, he could reak havoc, he could cause an atrocity. He would be infamous. His powers could crush the skulls of his enemies, his weapon could dismember those who need the same to him. He could watch the light leave their eyes, and slowly watch them suffer.

"What did you have in mind?" He slowly put his mask on as he did this, altering his voice, and again making a hiss.


[member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I train you. Your body is no longer fit to learn what the Sith would use, not with all those cybernetics. But I can show you a different path. One rarely used these days, and one that those Sith who did this to you won't expect. All I ask is that you serve me." A rather casual way of offering power. Ferox was far from the dramatic sort, or the kind who would spin tales of glory. This cyborg, this boy, was beaten and broken countless times. Yet still survived. Still held some semblance of consciousness. Ferox would use that, for his own gain, and perhaps [member="Morrison Jericho"] would find a new purpose.

"What is your name?"

 

[Morrison Jericho]

His name? Funny, that was something he hadn't said in over 8 years, he didn't need it when he was enslaved, but this was a new start, this was a new beginning. He could teach him a new way. A way to become more powerful.

"Jericho... My name is Morrison Jericho" He said with great pride, happy to tell it to someone like this. This was the start of his redemption, he didn't care if he was going to be a tool.

This was it.


[member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

" [member="Jericho"] Morrison huh? You can call me Darth Ferox." And with that, the Zabrak would stand, casting his blue gaze down upon the boy. The faint hint of a smile formed as he turned to the exit. "Come on, we have a lot to discuss, and it won't be any good to talk here." 'Talk'. Ferox had no intention of chatting the boy to power, but what he wanted to do wouldn't be very legal here on Coruscant.

With the boy following, hopefully, following, Ferox would go right for the spaceport. Time to begin.

 

[Morrison Jericho]

"Alright..." Leaving his water, he followed him out of the bar, and into the space border district, where most do the daily commute taking their ships to and back, either to deliver, return home, or simply waste time. He hadn't been there ever since he had been taken by the sith, and they had to arrive their for spare parts. Even being with this calm person, his anger relished in the moment, he felt every cut and burn on his body reek of pain and anguish. He felt this may come in handy, even though he may not have control, he may not need it...

As they walked, Morrison got curious, and decided to ask.

"Why are we here...?"

[member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"To hitch a ride to a more secluded place. I can't train you here among all these people. Though, what I had in mind might change." As the Sith spoke his gaze turned elsewhere, more towards the entrance of the spaceport the pair had walked through. A frown settled on his lips as something familiar crossed his mind. Ferox tore his blue eyes from there and forward to the ship they were walking for.

Namely, towards the cargo area. "Oh, and this is illegal. So be quick!" It was the last thing the Zabrak said before ducking into the cargo load of the small transport ship they were destined to take. As he stated, this was pretty illegal. But this was how the Sith got around the galaxy. He himself couldn't fly a ship after all. He nestled into an empty spot, sitting cross legged as he awaited [member="Morrison Jericho"] to join him.

And to see if [member="Kitty"] would follow.

 

[Morrison Jericho]

Morrison followed [member="Darth Ferox"] Orders, and made sure no one was looking, he ran to where he was, and ducked down to meet him. It wasn't exactly ideal, not super spacious, but he had hopes that wherever they were going, it was going to turn him into a Catalyst of dark side energy.

He sat on the floor, and met with Him.
"Right, time to wait and see i guess..."

This might happen to change...

 

[Kitty]

Coruscant had many accomplished ship engineer peoples. She didn't know what to call them all she knew was that there were people here that could make the modifications to her ship that she needed. With the modifications completed she headed back to the spaceport to take off her in her ship and planned to go fetch her apprentice. However a very familiar face and a psycho oozing with dark side anger distracted her attention. The familiar face of Ferus her master and father held most of her attention. It had been a long time since she had seen him last and it felt strange and unsettling seeing him again. She used to follow him around everywhere never leaving his side even after she was knighted but that changed after something happened. She didn't know if the dark side overwhelmed and corrupted him or if something possessed him. Either way he had become a different person than who she was raised by. Something was different about him though his presence felt more like it used to but still some how different. Whatever was going on her curiosity was getting the better of her and she wanted to find out.

She followed the duo into the spaceport her force presence completely masked as usual using a special technique Ferus had taught her. Ferus and his companion bolted into a small transport and as much as Kitty wanted to bolt in with him she couldn't. She still hadn't been able to learn any control of herself in hyperspace and would end up getting them all killed. She had other methods of following though. Kitty would move to a different part of the hanger and board her personal Phasma-class Infiltrator. She would follow were ever the small transport went her ship invisible both to the eye and to sensors. Meanwhile the advances sensors of her ship would record any hyperspace coordinates they prepared and continue to follow them wherever in the galaxy she they traveled. Should such travel be hyperspace she had her specialized cage to keep herself under control.

Kitty was going to figure out what the heck was going on with her father even if it killed her.

[member="Morrison Jericho"] [member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

It would ultimately be an uneventful trip for [member="Morrison Jericho"] and [member="Kitty"] . Ferox would sit there, eyes closed as he pretty much took a nap for the whole trip. Flying wasn't his thing, made him uncomfortable. Best way to pass the time is sleep after all. But it was once they exited hyperspace the Sith opened his eyes. Almost immediately the Dark Side could be felt, thick as a cloud.

They had arrived at Fresia.

Once upon a time Ferox, under the name Ferus, used the One Sith's army to gather the whole population of Fresia into one single place. There, in this empty pool, stood millions of people. All confused, all scared. It was here that Ferus had made his mistake. Here his apprentice took his name and locked him away. An Epicathix became Ferus, and slaughtered the whole population to create the galaxy's largest Alchemic Basin.

Ferox was left to die here. It was here he did not, and eventually killed the apprentice who had betrayed him. And it will be here that be brings a new Sith into the fold. "Welcome to the dead planet. We're gonna fix up that face of yours here. An Assassin needs to be able to hide in plain sight after all." Blue eyes stared directly at Jericho, almost uncomfortably.

The Zabrak really hated this place.

 

[Morrison Jericho]

Morrison had heard of Sith alchemy before, all he knew is that is was a little more mystical than ordinary sith powers, as it could be used to fix limbs, faces etc. But he never thought he would get to see, let alone experience it for himself. Fix his face? Imagine, he would be able to walk in the day without a mask, without having to hide himself. This was his chance.

"If what you say is true, please, lead the way..." He had a surge of emotion, imagining how the sith would feel if they say his face, unharmed and pristine. It would serve Morrison Greatly. He followed Ferox down the planet. It was true, it was dead... Desolate.

Alone...

[member="Darth Ferox"]
[member="Kitty"]

 

[Kitty]

Exiting from hyperspace and recovering from the ordeal Kitty observed their destination and something didn't quite add up. If she wasn't mistaken Ferus boarded that craft illegally. He nor his companion were on the manifest. Fresia wasn't exactly a planet bustling with life and it didn't make sense to her that a transport of any sorts would have any business being here. Course Ferus was head assassins man. Was totally possible something was going on her deductive reasoning and advance sensors couldn't pick up on. Either way it didn't matter. Her ship would follow as an undetectable ghost until they landed and then she would make her presence known.

[member="Morrison Jericho"] [member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"First, however." The massive gun on the hip of Ferox was pulled free, and he stepped right outside of the ship. Upon exiting the ship [member="Morrison Jericho"] and the Zabrak would immediately run into the ships pilot. A Jedi. If Morrison had looked through the cargo he would have seen survey equipment and beacons. The Jedi were here to investigate the dark phenomenon that left the planet so dead, and eventually try to fix it.

Before the Jedi could reach down to his saber the Lord leveled his gun and pulled the trigger. A massive crack of gun fire filled the air as the Jedi's head was blasted to unrecognizable pieces. Even as the barrel of the massive gun smoked Ferox re-holstered it, motioning for the boy to follow. "Grab his body. We're going to need it." Leading the way the Sith would take Jericho to the edge of the massive blood lake.

"What will happen next will be insanely painful, but it will fix up that head of yours. This will be your first step to becoming an Assassin. Are you prepared to face pain once again to achieve your revenge?"

[member="Kitty"]

 

[Morrison Jericho]

To see that mans head explode, it was nothing compared to what he had experienced. Looking at what happened to the poor jedi seemed like pity, to die so quickly and painlessly. He didn't have to suffer, he was allowed to go peacefully. But if this man was going to help him, he was ready, he was ready to face more pain than he may have ever faced. He was ready.
"If it will help our efforts" He slipped his mask off, revealing his hideous face.

"Then i am willing to experience all the pain you can deal."

Morrison knew this pain would only fuel him, and make him more powerful.

[member="Darth Ferox"]
[member="Kitty"]

 

[Kitty]

Kitty's ship landed not far off from where the transport she followed had. Her infiltrator still cloaked the only thing to give her position away was the debris of the ground getting tossed around by her ships thrusters. Her ship would uncloak the moment the boarding ramp made its decent towards the ground. She walked down it in her usual attire with the two lightsabers at her hips. She saw the two she was tracking and the dead body of what was probably the pilot of their transport. "Unless that companion of yours is a pilot how did you plan on getting off this planet after killing him?" Kitty asked as she walked towards them stopping once she was in personable conversation distance. "It's been a long time Ferus." Kitty was ready to grab her lightsabers the moment her father showed any aggression or abrupt action. She was unconcerned about his companion other than the story behind his face. "You travel with interesting company these days."

[member="Darth Ferox"] [member="Morrison Jericho"]