Private A Fate to be Decided

[Azaz'el Naamah]

Azaz’el’s head was ringing as he slowly began to come around. As he opened his eyes, he couldn’t immediately see his surroundings as a haze filled his eyes. The boy was light headed, almost nauseous as the haze slowly disappeared and he could see where he was. He was sitting alone in a small detention cell, two men standing outside the door. Azaz’el began to notice there was something around his wrists as he looked down, noticing a pair of cuffs around his hands. There was a blue energy field engulfing the cuffs; it was like something he had never seen before.

He took a slight breath, trying to regain his composure, but it didn’t help. Azaz’el was still feeling out of it. It was a sensation he had never felt before. He felt powerless and empty as he sat there, looking out the barred window of his cell. He could slightly feel small tremors all around him, tremors he was all too familiar with. He was on some kind of transport vessel; but where was he going.

Azaz’el stood up, and walked towards the door, wrapping his fingers around the bars with a tight grip,“Where are you taking me?”

One of the guards turned to face him,“You’re going to Dromund Kaas. The Sith will decide what to do with you once we get there.”

That word, that phrase, it angered him. They were not The Sith, they were imposters. They were a disgrace to the name Sith. And now his fate rested in their hands. He didn’t know what they even wanted with him; he hadn’t broken any of their laws. All he did was look into the history of his people.That’s when it dawned on him, he had looked into a people that they had concurred and all but wiped out. They must not have liked people looking into them as much as he was and had sent a team to investigate.

His curiosity about where he comes from was going to be his undoing. Part of him now knew his fate was sealed. He would either serve them or be killed; and he wasn’t going to serve those that had enslaved and killed off almost all of his kind. So this was it, he was doomed. Azaz’el would die a meaningless and pathetic death at the hands of his greatest enemy without ever truly discovering who he was or where he came from. His blood boiled at the thought of it all, his hands tightened around the bars as he howled out with anger. He half expected something to happen, but nothing did. Anytime he had grown extremely angry, things happened that he couldn’t explain. This time was different though, and he didn’t know why.

The guard looked back at him again,“Try all you want, The Force can’t help you now.”

The Force, what was The Force? What was this guy even talking about? Was that what they called the things he couldn’t explain? If so, why couldn’t it save him now. Thats when he glanced at the cuffs around his hands. He had never seen anything like them before. That blue field surrounding his hands must be what is stopping this thing they called The Force. He let go of the bars and walked back to where he was seated before and sat down. Azaz’el closed his eyes and tried to focus on his thoughts when all of a sudden he felt a hard thud. Something had hit the hull of the transport and then the alarms on the ship began to sound as he got up once more, rushing over to the door as he saw the guards take off. Something big was about to go down, and maybe this would be his chance to escape his doomed fate. All he could do is wait, powerless to do anything at all.

 

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The ship Azaz'el was chained to zipped through the blackness of the void with a near constant speed. All around them had become a hot zone for pirate incursions in the last few days, with a fleet soon on its way to quell any insurrection that might've reared its ugly head; but for now there were only smaller more immediate strike groups to collect anyone of suspicion. That also meant there were still an unsafe amount of raiders - something the sensors should have picked up before the first shot was fired.

But it was not, and as the first salvo slammed into the side of the transport vessel alarms began to blare and men rushed into battle positions. Out of the nearest transparisteel viewport, a corvette had entered into range with a main gun that shot nothing but light - bypassing the shields and scorching the surface with a continued effort. Power began to shutter, lights began to flicker, and Azaz'el would find his cuffs were not as omnipotent as they once were.

Aboard the Nox Class Corvette, a rising Sith Knight working directly under the Worm Emperor shown a wide and sharpened grin - Darth Nuemidon motioned with his blackened zabrak finger to the enemy vessel -

"Hurry up and disable her. I want to walk on her bridge myself."

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[Azaz'el Naamah]

Azaz’el stood at the door when all of a sudden the fog that was clouding his mind started to disappear. He looked down and saw that the cuffs on his hands were no longer emanating the blue light around it. Had these cuffs caused him to be disoriented? They must have, it was the only explanation he could come up with. As Azaz’el began to feel normal once more, the guards returned to the door. They peered in and saw the cuffs were no longer working as they stuck a rod through the bars that began to spark with what looked like lightning and shouted,“Stand back.”

The rod struck him, the feeling of energy shocking him made him stumble backward a few steps before he regained his composure and footing. Azazel looked at the guards, filled with anger as he honed in on them and screamed out. As he did, a force wave shot out, hitting the door, sending it flying backward, crushing the two guards behind it. Azaz’el relaxed and his arms fell to his side. He looked down and the cuffs were gone, bringing a smirk to his face as he walked through the door.

Azaz’el looked down on the ground outside his cell and saw a blaster. He quickly picked it up and began to move through the corridor of the detention area. The boy didn’t know where to go, all he could do was hope that there was some kind of escape pod. This ship was under attack and he had no intentions of going down with it. Azaz’el approached a door, but it didn’t open. It was locked, which made sense given where he was being held. He looked back at the downed guards and saw the rod. Maybe if he shorted the circuits of the door, it would open.

The boy walked back, grabbing the rod and then came back to the control panel, opening it. He placed the rod right against it and turned it on. As he did, the panel exploded and the door opened. As it did, he immediately saw two more guards standing just a few feet away. He quickly without thinking lifted the blaster and fired off two quick shots, hitting them both, dropping them. Azaz’el walked over their dead bodies as he tried to read the signs, looking for where he might find some escape pods, but there was none. This vessel didn’t have any, it was too small; just an ordinary transport.

At that point he knew what he had to do. He had learned here and there how to fly a transport from some of the pilots of the cargo crew he had been on. The boy wasn’t the best pilot, but if this ship had a hyperdrive, he could get them out of there and get somewhere that he could land and flee the grasp of The Sith Empire. Azaz’el looked for the signs pointing to the bridge and he headed that way. The crew was scattered, most of them paying him no mind as one volley after another continued to hit the hull of the ship. The boy knew he had to get to the bridge quickly, or else this ship would be a goner.

He picked up the pace and rushed towards the bridge, he was getting close now. Azaz’el reached the door and hit the button on the panel, opening it up. He was surprised it wasn’t locked as he peered in. No one had even looked back as chaos ensued on the bridge. The bridge was severely damaged and none of the crew knew what to do. They weren’t prepared for this kind of onslaught. The captain of the vessel was dead in his chair; his face charred from what looked like a fire that had been put out not too long before he had gotten there. The second in command looked back and howled,“Who are you? You don’t belong here.”

The officer went for his blaster, but Azaz’el was faster. He quickly fired off a shot and then without thinking, fired off several more into the rest of the bridge crew. He moved back to the bridge door, closing it and then locking it before destroying the control panel with the blaster. That would keep him safely locked in there until he got the ship somewhere safe. The boy went over to the helm, pushing the dead body of the pilot out of the chair. He looked over the controls and smirked, it indeed had a hyperdrive. He tried to quickly plot a course, but as he did, one final volley hit the hull and all the power went out on the bridge. Azaz’el sat there in complete darkness for a moment until a set of emergency lights came on. This was it, they were dead in the water. He slammed his fists down on the controls, an energy burst coming from his hands destroyed them. This was it, his fate was sealed. He would die on this wretched ship.

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Nuemidon let out a low and harsh laugh as the ship began to lose its gyro stabilization. Often the last thing to go, to see the ship began to fall out of alignment with its direction of travel was a clear cut sign to the Sith that the ship was disabled. Now, all he had to do was board it - collect the captives, skuttle the ship, and move on. He had been deployed by Qual'al-Selim to collect hyperlane transit data on the Sith Empire; so the vessel was a prime target to find lesser known travel lanes.​

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Slowing the ship, it activated its tractor beams and brought it close enough for a docking tube to be launched between them. Short, sweet, and to the point - the ship would rock and stir as the Knight brought it close. In the next moment, welding sparks would fill empty halls as a blastdoor was broken from its frame and the ship was flooded with Nuemidon's personal legion. However, when he stepped on board, he couldn't help but snarl.​

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He had expected a fight, to cut down survivors. Instead he faced nothing but the dead - still smoking from blaster wounds. Damage inconsistent with the solar ionization cannon he had fired on them. With a growl, he offered a quick command to his second in charge -​

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"Secure the transport. Back to front. I'm going to the bridge.", he demanded.​

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A few of the troops put a double tap in the nearest corpse to them, and the smell of rank dead flesh became ever more present in the stagnant air of the disabled vessel. Nuemidon, however, was unbothered - finding the closed door to the bridge with his ever present marr of disgust. His lightsaber sprang to life and made its slow cut through the wall before a force kick launched it careening into the far glasteel window. A crack formed as he took his first steps inside to see the Sith Pureblood before him.​

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"Child.", he said scornfully.​

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Azaz’el stood there, frozen as he saw the tip of the lightsaber blade begin to cut through the blast doors. He then knew that this wasn’t any ordinary attack on this ship. By the color of the blade and all that he knew about The Sith, this was indeed a dark side user, but he couldn’t be a member of The Sith Empire. A Sith Lord of the Empire would have just hailed and boarded the ship; no, this being was not with them. But that begged the question, what was it that they wanted? Why did they disable the ship?

Azaz’el just stood there, blaster still in his hand, not knowing how he would react. He knew that he was no match for whatever was waiting for him on the other side of that door; but would whoever…whatever it was want him dead once they breached the doors. The boy knew it was just a matter of time before the doors gave out and he would no longer be alone inside the bridge of the ship. Then all of a sudden the bald disengaged and a loud thud could be heard as the door busted wide open and a head appeared from behind the door as the smoke from the still melting metal cleared. As the man walked in, he locked eyes with Azaz’el and spoke. The child stood there, slightly flustered, but he managed to speak,“Wh..who….who…are…you? Whaa….wha…what do…you….want.”

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Nuemidon was vaguely disappointed there was not something more to this - all the violence and destruction, and nothing but a child behind a blast door. He snarled as he took a step in - keeping a portion of his senses trained on the blaster, waiting to see if the child would fire. He didn't speak to him at first as he surveyed the dead, blade still humming as he walked about.​

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"What happened here, child?", he demanded suddenly, lifting himself to full height as he looked down on the child.​

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No doubt he was the only survivor of some plague Nuemidon now faced. Almost made him wish he had one of the sealed enviro suits his soldiers had. Too late now, he supposed.​

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Azaz'el Naamah​

 

[Azaz'el Naamah]

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Azaz'el could hear the slight amount of agitation and condescension in his voice. He didn't know why, but something inside him told him that this being in front of him had been expecting a fight. The boy took a slight breath as he looked up at the overbearing stature that stood in front of him. Azaz'el noticed that his eyes were locked on the blaster, which cause him to look down on it for a moment. This being had no quarrel with him, that was obvious. The young Sith tossed the blaster aside, it was useless now anyways. He had heard stories of what these sorcerers were capable of and he knew that even trying to attack him would surely be the end of him. Submission at this point was his only option.

Azaz'el stood there silent as the Sith Lord spoke. How could he not know what happened here. There were blaster burns on all the corpses, and he was the only one holding a blaster. It should have been obvious, but this man thought so little of him, that was apparent. The Sith Lord didn't think Azaz'el was capable of killing all of these people, but he did. It was life or death, and he wasn't ready to die yet. He peered up at the Sith Lord, locking eyes with him, and then spoke," I killed them. They had me imprisoned and your attack allowed me to break free. It was this or get delivered to my own death on Dromund Kaas."

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"So you did.", he idled.​

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Nuemidon wasn't sure if he could trust the boy, as children were often predisposed to being filthy liars, but there wasn't a clear alternative that had yet to present itself. He imagined there was likely a mutiny, faced with the option of surrendering or running - they were forced into a divisive battle after weeks of hard travel through empty trade lanes, war exhaustion from the New Imperials and the Galactic alliance. Most likely explanation, but one he had little evidence for in the moment.​

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He sighed as the child threw the blaster, standing to his full height once more as the blade in his hand was clipped against his belt.​

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"How did they capture you?", he said in a deep and methodical manner.​

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Azaz'el Naamah​

 

[Azaz'el Naamah]

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The boy just stood there as he was questioned by the Sith Lord. He could tell that he was skeptical, but what he told him was the truth. Azaz'el had indeed killed all the crewmembers inside the bridge and the ones who were dead outside of it. It was all his handy work, but he knew that there was nothing he could do to convince him if he didn't want to believe a word he told him him. The pureblood just stood there silent as the man posed his next question to him, and it was one that had an answered he wasn't proud to admit.​

"I was on Zoist, researching my people." Azaz'el thought as he spoke. He didn't know at the time why they had sent people to round him up; but now he did. The Sith Empire must have been very protective and cautious of any information surround Korriban and the Sith Purebloods. "They didn't like that I was looking into my people and the planet of Korriban," he spoke,"As I was heading to find a transport to Korriban, I was met by a group of troopers and a few men like you. That's when things get...strange. When I get angry, things that I can't explain happen. I was able to knock out the troopers, but the men like you, they were unphased and took me prisoner."

Azaz'el stood there, looking at the man, wondering how he would react. He knew that he probably wouldn't believe him, but it was the truth. Now all he could do was wait and see what would happen next.

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The man nodded. It was rather common for Sith Purebloods to be force sensitive, and find their strength young - so it wasn't any surprise the child had come across some instance of his power being used.​

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"Korriban, huh?", he said as the others moved through the ship looking for loot to carry back to their own vessel.​

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"Seems you're in luck. We're heading there soon. Might as well tag along."​

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[Azaz'el Naamah]

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The child looked at the dark figure for a moment, surprised that he had offered to take him to Korriban. From what he had heard, this wasn't really in their nature, but he also didn't know anything about them outside of the stories he heard. Azaz'el knew he had a lot to learn, not just about the history of his own people, but about the people who had stolen their culture as well. He didn't really care for them as it stood right now, but maybe they could be useful. Azaz'el looked at the Sith, and spoke,"Thanks, guess I am lucky that you are passing Korriban in your travels."

The youngling waited for the man to lead the way as this ship. As Azaz'el stood there, he felt the need to see if he could double his luck, and spoke,"Where on Korriban should I go if I want to learn about my ancestors and their ways? Where can I learn to become a proper Sith?"

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"The Academy. Some Lord willing to put up with you.", he sighed as he moved to break a storage panel's door.

Inside were a series of datacards, each with pertinent information to the trade line coming and going of the Sith Empire. Deeper yet was flight logs, transponder codes, things that could prove useful in the war effort.

"Sith make due. Make that your first lesson."

With that said, he motioned with his head for the kid to follow - as he himself led the group back to his own ship, soon to detach and take off towards the sith holy world itself.

 

[Azaz'el Naamah]

The Academy, he had seen some small amounts of information on it in his research. It was certainly run by The Sith Empire and his showing up there may send off some alarms. So that probably wasn't an option. So if The Academy wasn't an option, he was going to have to do what the Sith said, make due. He saw the motion of his head and quickly followed. This was his chance to get out of here and get to Korriban, and he couldn't pass it up. As he followed the man and headed towards his ship, Azaz'el spoke,"I heard of an area known as The Valley of the Dark Lords. Can we land there?"

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