Cataclysmic Requiem

[Xevek Nekonis]

With a whine from the engines, the sight of hyperspace disappeared from view to those who were sitting in the ship that had just appeared above a red planet. Korriban. The cold, desert planet that housed the tomes of lords and kings of old, all who had followed the teachings of the Dark. A planet where many a treasure hunter or thrill seeker had lost their minds to the seductive whispers of ghosts, the remains of lives long since extinguished but continued on a different level. A planet that was the grave to many who dared to set foot on her frozen sands, that shifted in a frigid wind.

Within the cockpit of the ship that had just started to descend through the atmosphere, heading for the landing port, was a grey haired Zabrak. Checking that the autopilot would bring the ship to land safely, Xabka stood and stretched his back out, luxuriating in the feeling of his spine shifting, dispelling its stiffness, as loud pops rang throughout the cramped cockpit. Spinning on his heal, Xavka grabbed his jacket and pulled it over the synthetic, skin tight shirt he wore. Pausing to fasten it up all the way to his chin, Xavka stretched out his senses to locate his passenger.

"Come, Araceli." He spoke up as he approached the red skinned Twi'lek. "I do believe that this is our destination." Turning, he strode away from her without waiting for a response, heading for the exit ramp.

Stepping out of the ship, Xavka's keen sense of smell picked up on a metallic tang being carried on the breeze. He quickly located the source of the smell, a trail of red blood cast onto the red sands that lead into one of the many ancient tombs that lined the valley. "I do believe that this is what we're meant to follow." He spoke his thoughts aloud as he focused on his sensing, trying to get a feel for who was near him through the Force. The result was him being overwhelmed by the sheer number of beings on planet at that current time. Behind him he heard the Araceli approach. "I do believe that this is where we part ways, beast. I wish you luck." He turned his torso so as to direct one of his rare to her before he dropped to all fours and sped of into the tomb, following the bloody trail.

[member="Araceli Rimb"] | [member="Lord Kataklysmos"]

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

Kataklysmos inhaled deeply. He felt the death that surrounded the place. He extended his vision with the force. He smiled at the beauty of it all. His hard work brought upon this magnificently bloody affair. It was his greatest masterpiece to date. How easily manipulated they were by fear of the unknown. How quickly things went from calm to storm in his presence. There was hardly much need for fighting, but they did it anyway; unsure who was going to get them first. It was insanity. To assume the worst of other beings just because they were different was crazy and yet they continued. It was kill or be killed. Anarchy reined amongst them and they proved how vile the universe could be. Kataklysmos did not want to make the chaos stop.... he merely wished to harness it like every other tyrant in galactic history. He deserved more, he deserved the ears of every great leader from the Republic to the Sith. He was a Prophet.... a wise man and all he wanted was his word to be valued... and if he had to shake things up so they would see... then so be it.

The first being walked through the door, a human, she was tall and sleek and elegant, and a little banged up from the hell she had received out there. Kataklysmos came to her with a measure of warmth. "Come, child. Be not afraid. You made it to sanctuary."

"B-but..." she began, but Kataklysmos raised his hand to hush her. He called a glass of water to his hands and offered it to her and gently caressed her hair. He offered her a seat and some shelter from the storm. He began teaching her the words as others began to file in for shelter and every one was accepted without question and taught the words:

Mes aras wo. Nuyak natura nuo tu'iea. Mes aras wo. J'us aras natura. Mes aras wo. Tu'iea mirtis kash manosi. Mes aras wo. J'us aras saarai. Mes aras wo. Tegu jena'tes vartoti nun. Mes aras wo. Tegu jena'tes kaer nun. Mes aras wo. Tegu jena'tes buti nuyak ipros. Mes aras wo. Tegu Kataklysmos buti nuyak ipros. Mes aras wo.

And so was the way. He was their savior and they were his flock.


{NPCs on the board-

46 44 fully sentient beings: Ledo Jakorr, Bartin Harcelw, Varlo Vikin, Davinc Bitee, Vikoob Tetsu, Chordo Anwamm, Charo Chekkoo, Slyssk, Khrussk, Nack, Niss, Sissk, Jenssi Keggle, Eellorrs Zhug, Rana Zhalto, Lorrsi Bille, Meena Barak, Ackdoon Niathan, Mina Vebbar, Dithaal, Womwa, Tali Torobb, Immel, Roron Coran, Yunn'synda, Shur'sara, Chuundar, Drama Hamne, Nella Dystra, Aumiyat Jissard, and 16 to be named later

3 unspecified Force Ghosts: "Mirtis", "Natura", "Tostas"

10 Hssiss & several other semi-sentient or non-sentient beings/beasts.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Sharpened claws created a shower of sparks as they were dragged across stone flooring as a dark skinned Zabrak skidded around a corner within one of the many tombs that populated Korriban. A wide and feral smile was stretched across his face as he followed the trail of blood, the whole situation reminded him of the many hunts he had taken part in back on his home world, Iridonia.

As he ran down another corridor, still following the smell of blood, a new scent invaded his nose. Sliding around his next corner, Xavka laid eyes on the being that the scent belong to. Before was a plain looking male Gand, who was still in the process of turning to face Xavka. The being was dressed in clothing that was typical of a treasure hunter and had a vibrobalde strapped to his waist. Tensing his muscles, Xavka leapt at the Gand, landing on his chest just as his eyes widened at seeing a Zabrak heading right towards him. Using the momentum generated from the leap, Xavka pushed the Gand backwards while grabbing a hold of his head and pulling it forwards. As the Gand landed on the ground, Xavka drove his head into the Gand's, knocking him out. That done, Xavka sprang off of the immobile body and continued on his way. The whole event occurred in a time of less than ten seconds.

----

Emerging from the narrow tunnels of the tomb, Xavka came to a stop and looked around at his new location. He was standing in a circular area, surrounded by walls that matched the décor of the tunnels he had emerged from, what with the being covered in ancient Sith Runes and fights of the ancient past, during the time that the Sith Species was at its heights, expressed in pictorial form. At the centre of the sandy area was a giant stone monolith that was also covered in runes with a stone alter set before it. Sparse vegetation broke up the monotonous view of the dunes that spread through the open area that was constantly being stirred up by the frozen winds that entered through the open roof.

Calmly stepping to the side, Xavka easily dodged a strike from a vibrosword that would of cut of his head. Reaching over his shoulder, Xavka removed his Zhabako from where it was tied to his back before turning to face the one who had just tried to kill him. The unlucky being was a tall, bold, stocky, black, human male who was dressed in a skin tight black shirt that clung to his muscles as well as cargo trousers and combat boots. In his hands he held the vibrosword that had been swung at Xavka.

"May I know the name of the man I'm about to kill?" Xavka's gruff voice was level and calm. "The name's Varlo Vikin, e chu ta. Not that it matters where you're going." The human's voice was harsh as he swung his sword at Xavka. Said target, easily side stepped the attack, only receiving a slight cut on his cheek. After reaching up, Xavka drew back his hand and looked at the blood on his hand. Suddenly springing into movement, Xavka swung his Zhabako at the neck of Varlo, only for it to be stopped by the vibroblade, the next moment a human head rolled to the floor after Xavka hang reversed his swing and cut into the neck of Varlo with the second blade on his weapon.

Calmly re-strapping his Zhabako onto his back, Xavka turned away the cooling corpse and directed his attention to the two tunnels at the other end of the area. After a quick sniff of the air, Xavka dropped to all fours and ran towards the tunnel on the left, the way the blood trail went.

[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]

(OOC Note: Varlo Vikin = Dead. Ackdoon Niathan = Unconscious, possible concussion. | The second part of my post will be up soon)

 

[Moth'arat'foage]

Tharat continued to walk but the self-preservation part of his brain screamed at him to turn around. In his condition he wasn't very capable. He hobbled round a corner. Bones were piled high and spikes protruded from the wall and a fresh kill was among them. He looked down the seemingly endless, empty hall then back to the gurgling man hanging from the spikes. He tried to figure it out. Perhaps a strong force push? When he turned back around looking down the hall a being stood. He was large, his face was shrouded in darkness and unbeknownst to Tharat the figure was the Force Ghost, Mirtis.

The figure was bold and imposing. Tharat didn't dare make the first move in his condition.

"COME!!!" The figure demanded.

Tharat wasn't in much position to argue but by the same token he wasn't stupid. He looked back at the wall decoration the back down the hall. The figure was gone but now Tharat could see an open door at the end of the long hallway. It gave him the willies and not many things could. He wasn't about to turn back now, he had to get to his destination. He slowly and cautiously began walking down the hall toward the door. He listened for any movement but all was eerily quiet. When he got to the end he just peered through the door. Nothing but darkness on the otherside. He looked bac down the 200 meter hall back at the spikes curiously. He turned back around and studied the door way. Nothing appeared out of place which made him all the more nervous.

He took one more step and the stone beneath him sunk. The door in front of him closed.

"Aw, Kriff..." he said almost in resignation. The floor beneath him turned on a 90 degree axis and he was in free fall toward the spiked ground. As he fell he couldn't help but admire the innovation of the trap. After all he had survived in his life this was his fate; dying on Korriban.

The spikes cut through him.

Death consumed him....

[member="Lord Kataklysmos"] [member="Nazo"] [member="Sabik Dhami"] [member="June Slane"] [member="Araceli Rimb"] [member="Perla Pirjo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

A few minuets later, Xavka found that the tunnels he had been running through had opened up into a large chamber that was decorated in a manner reminiscent of the area that was exposed to the elements, the one that he had left. At the centre of room was a giant monolith, that reached up until it was capped just shy of the chamber's ceiling. Carved into the face of the monolith was a large variety of rune, some, his memory pointed out, that Xavka had not seen during his journey through the ancient tomb. Set in front of the monolith was a stone alter, however where as the one in the outdoor area was smooth and was less than a metre tall, this one was easily two metres tall and have numerous markings gouged into it. The four walls of the room was covered in Sith Runes, as was the floor and on the ceiling was a giant carving of some text, long since lost to the dusts of time as eroding had carved away at the words, making then un-readable. There was only one exit from the room, and that was the hallway that Xavka ad just come from.

However, Xavka only peripherally took in all these details, his attention was instead focussed on the being before him that he had sensed a minuet back. Lounging on the alter before his was a female Rutian Twi'lek, her skin tone a rich aquamarine. Her Lekku, which hung down to the bottom of her ribs, were wrapped securely in a leather headdress, leaving non of their blue skin in sight. Her face was slim with high cheek bones. Her body was tall and slim with whatever muscle on show being clearly defined. She was dressed in a low cut, tank top which was too small for her and exposed her stomach, as well as leather trousers. Around her waist was a leather belt from which hung numerous pouches. Laying beside her on the alter was a leather jacket. "Hello, there." Her tone was smooth and had a seductive accent curling beneath the surface. She stretched, placing her body on view, making it quiet clear that she was taking the seduction angle.

Xavka bowed from his shoulder minutely in the Twi'lek's direction. "May I know the name of such a beautiful woman?" His gruff tone echoes within the confides of the chamber.

She giggled before answering. "What a flatterer you are, handsome. My name's Shur'sara. And what about you, big boy?"

Shur'sara slipped off of the alter and began to strut towards Xavka, hips swaying sensually. He rose a hand to his chest as he spoke. "I am Xavka Duquo. A pleasure to meet you Shur'sara, I assure you." He gently smiled at her while his brain began to rapidly create and discard plans on how to deal with the woman, before finally settling on one plan. By now the Twi'lek had drawn close to him and had begun to run her hands up and down his chest.

"A pleasure to meet you to, Xavka." She practically purred his name. "But don't you know to never trust a beautiful woman?" Her hand lashed out and drove a knife towards his chest, aimed to drive through his ribs and into his heart. Having anticipated such a move, Xavka twisted and instead took the knife to his side in a place where it wouldn't damage anything important. His hands whipped around to grab her wrists and placed pressure on them causing her to release her grip on the knife currently buried into his left side as well as the second knife she held in her left hand.

"Good night, my dear. I hope you survive." He drove his head forwards and impacted his forehead with Shur'sara's own, driving her into unconsciousness and opening four small cuts where his horns had hit. Releasing her he watched as the blue woman dropped to the ground in a heap, her blood running from her cuts. Turning his attention from the woman to the knife she had planted into his side, Xavka slowly began to slide it out, confident that he had managed to move her target to somewhere on his body where there was nothing vital. With a lot of pain and blood, Xavka finally managed to pull the knife from his side. With a grunt he threw it to the side before beginning to look for an exit, beginning near where he had entered the room.

He had only just began to investigate when a rumbling caught his attention. He span around to find a section of wall opposite from where had entered dropping into the floor while the runes under the knife he had thrown were blood red. Shrugging, Xavka carried on his way after fashioning makeshift bandages for his wound.


[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]

(OOC Notes: 1) Shur'sara is unconscious. 2) The final part of my post will be up soon.)

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

The figure of the grey haired Zabrak slowly walked around the corner to step into a small antechamber. Unlike the previous rooms Xavka had been in, the walls of the room was different. Where as the other rooms had old Sith Runes scribed into them, these walls were blank of everything but scratches which formed words in a variety of languages, some of which Xavka was sure were considered dead. Every word that Xavka could read held the exact same message. "Don't Trust Her! Don't Listen!" At the base of the walls were piles of bones and dust. The remains of skeletons which, themselves were the remains of beings long since dead and who had most likely been the authors of the warnings on the walls. Much like how the walls would have looked without the scratches, the ceiling and floor were smooth and held no runes or makings. Across from Xavka was a dark tunnel, through which he could feel the presence of Kataklysmos.

Taking a few steps forwards, Xavka made towards the corridor, keeping an eye out for the "Her" mentioned. He was taken off guard when what looked to be red smoke began to form in front of him and move around his harsh circles, almost like it had been caught in a miniature tornado. Slowly the smoke condensed and features began to form. First arms and legs, giving the shape a humanoid figure. Then the face, a slim face with a long thin nose. Long hair framed the face and hung to the waist of the figure. Bit by bit more feminine features began to appear, defining the woman before him. Eventually the smoke cleared to reveal a semi-translucent female with sharp looking extrusions protruding from he cheeks and brow. Her skin, crimson already, emitted a faint red glow.

"I take it you are the "Her" mentioned in these warnings?" He sweapt his arm around the room as he asked the question, his tone neutral and brow raised. She smiled faintly in response before beginning to slowly walk towards him, one hand outstretched. Xavka started as he felt something worm through his mental shields and settle inside his mind. Before he could react further, she began to speak in a haunting voice and he felt his thoughts scatter like the sands outside of the tomb caught in the harsh winds.

"I'm so lonely." 'That was not right. How could one leave someone as beautiful as the woman before him.' "Everyone I knew has left me." 'How dare they do that to his Goddess. He would hunt them down and slowly kill them.' "Won't you stay with me?" 'Of course he would! Anything for his Goddess, so long as she didn't leave.' "Swear yourself in oath to me! It'll make me so happy." 'If it would please his Goddess.' "Spill your blood and swear these words: 'Nu mnirdaki wos Kraujas, Arika, Arsarsi, an mirji ja'wi ir driyiwori an Natura. Kiha anas dia tutimnirdaki titiai Ji miara. Na mnirdaki wos anas dia mnirdaki, driyiwori dzis isatratsa!'" By now the figure had reached Xavka and had one hand placed against his cheek, caressing it with a thumb.

'This is wrong.' The thought echoes through his head, as he struggled to swim to the surface of the fog he found himself in. The woman's face twisted into a snarl when he didn't reply immediately. "Spill blood and speak the words! Do it! Do it!" Xavka continued to fight, his mind refusing to bend.

"NO!" His roar of defiance was coupled with an explosion of Force from around his body. The woman smiled at seeing this and whispered two words before vanishing. "You pass."

Shaking his head at what had just happened, Xavka continued on, heading down the tunnel in front of him, one hand grasped to his side as he channelled the Force into his wound, attempting to heal it.

----

A few minuets later, Xavka entered a large room. Within which sat Kataklysmos. Bowing slightly at the shoulders, Xavka made to approach the powerful Twi'lek.


[member="Lord Kataklysmos"]

Translation:

Spoiler

Nu mnirdaki wos Kraujas, Arika, Arsarsi, an mirji ja'wi ir driyiwori an Natura. Kiha anas dia tutimnirdaki titiai Ji miara. Na mnirdaki wos anas dia mnirdaki, driyiwori dzis isatratsa! =[High Sith -> Basic]= I swear upon Blood, Soul., Mind to bind myself in service to Natura. may that which is sworn become Her domain. I swear upon that which sworn, service for eternity!

 

[Slane]

June followed [member="Moth'arat'foage"] as he went by before she pondered who he was. She followed his footsteps in the deep sand. She kept walking through the area until she got lost. She couldn't find his footsteps in the sand anymore. She quickly drew attention to a tomb where he would most likely be.

June entered the tomb. The place was was empty and dark. No one was there. She then quickly heard a voice from behind. "Halt!" June turned around to see a Togruta pointing a blaster at her "Who are you pretty little girl and what reasons do you have to be here on Korriban?" The man was staring directly at June without blinking.

June sighed as crossed her arms. She grinned. "I'm just a normal person... Not a pretty little girl... My ship needs repairs and this was the nearest planet to land at."

The Torgruta put his blaster down. "I'm Commander Chordo Anwamm. Me and my team were sent here to kill a murderer who threatens us, Chuundar." Chordo smiled at June "With me ma'am." He grabbed June's wrist.

June didn't like Chordo touching her so she slapped him with the hand that could move. "Don't touch me, idiot!"

Chordo punched June to the ground hard making her go unconscious. He picked her up and then kissed her. "Don't be mean little girl."

June woke up in an unfamiliar tomb she looked to her right and saw Chordo dead on the floor. Before she could get she saw a wookie trying to attack her. She quickly rolled to the right and jumped up. The wookie was attacking her with claws. He was the one who killed Chordo. June pulled out her blaster and set it to stun.

June quickly shot the wookie and she ran off into another room. Sadly she got scratched in the fight. It was only a minor wound though. In the other room she saw a Twi'lek there. She recognized him. He was the one that insulted her at the cantina. She crossed her arms and waited for what insult he has to say next.

[member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Lord Kataklysmos"] [member="Moth'arat'foage"]

 

[Lord Kataklysmos]

Kataklysmos welcomed [member="Xavka Duquo"] and [member="June Slane"] together as they entered at roughly the same time. "You survived." He said with a wicked smile, "I was worried Korriban and it's evils would consume you." He said offering them both water in primitive stone cups. He looked around at all who had gathered enemies out there now entirely civil. It was a bizarre spectacle, from murderous fiends in the wild to regular beings who needed to be cared for.

He raised his hands so he was the focal point (as if he wasn't already), those who were speaking quickly held their thoughts.

"Children," He said looking around at his flock, "You have braved the treacherous climate of Korriban and survived. I commend you on defeating your struggles, you are now better for it. Some of you are wounded. Some of you did things out there you are not proud of." As he spoke he walked around the room placing his hands on some beings' shoulders, brushing some beings hair, offering comfort in little ways. He was their savior. Many had walked in with personal baggage and he was about to relive them of their strife. "You did what you had to in order to survive, in order to be here with me." By this point he had made it to the front of the room where the alter stood. He lifted a cup of what appeared to be water and held it above his head and poured it over himself. "My children, there isn't much time to explain, the walls are caving in on this galaxy and you are the only ones who can stop it." He spoke in riddles, he used figurative language. "I ask you of what you have witnessed of the galaxy out there...." He pointed to the door where they all had entered, death's door. "Is that the life you want? A life of murder?"

He closed his eyes and offered his outstretched palms to them, "Or you can take me as your savior from that life you lived before today."

A brash trandoshan rose to his feet there was not a scratch on him. He chortled, "You thinksssss you are a sssavior? You are an old fool."

Some beings already buying the words Kataklysmos fed them rose to their feet in his defense reaching for weapons. Kataklysmos raised his hand. "You are welcome to leave if that is your desire." Kataklysmos responded.

"Yesssss, I think I will." The trandoshan hissed loudly and exited. Chatter began amongst the flock until moments later beyond the door the Trandoshan let out a blood curdling growl and fell through the door with his own blade buried in his stomach.

Kataklysmos coldly looked down at the body then back to the crowd, "There is only death out there for you! I am your sanctuary! I am life!" He shouted a little more passionately than before. Anger seeped off his words. "Children, I beg you to see reason! This galaxy is evil and when you understand that the Force no matter which side is not your enemy then we can change this galaxy in our own image!" He removed his black cloak and threw it on the floor beside the alter, he was exposed save for a swath of cloth covering his manhood. He picked up the dagger and stood on the alter. "Stand with me or lie with him!" He said referencing the dead trandoshan. It was a threat yet veiled in mystery as to what truly was beyond the door.

"The words my children: Mes aras wo. Nuyak natura nuo tu'iea. Mes aras wo. J'us aras natura. Mes aras wo. Tu'iea mirtis kash manosi. Mes aras wo. J'us aras saarai. Mes aras wo. Tegu jena'tes vartoti nun. Mes aras wo. Tegu jena'tes kaer nun. Mes aras wo. Tegu jena'tes buti nuyak ipros. Mes aras wo. Tegu Kataklysmos buti nuyak ipros. Mes aras wo." He said them and some that had already been taught the words joined in as he said them. "Believe in your heart we are one, believe in life and you shall all be set free from you miniscule lives and truly achieve something great. No matter what happens you march around this alter children, listen to my word and there is no limit to what comes next." He kneeled on the alter, raised his blade and passed it across his chest. Blood began seeping out his self-inflicted wound. He offered the blade to the being closest to the alter. He stretched out his hands as if he was a willing sacrifice. "Come children, everything will be alright." And so it began....
"Mes aras wo." The first being began as he cut at Kataklysmos.

"Nuyak natura nuo tu'iea."
"Nuyak natura nuo tu'iea." The first being handed the blade to the next and they spoke in unison.


"Mes aras wo."
"Mes aras wo."
"Mes aras wo." And it continued this way.... a cut.... marching.... baptism in blood.... and the unison of beings of every spectrum.

[member="June Slane"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Araceli Rimb"] [member="Nazo"] [member="Sabik Dhami"] [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Lord Ajihad"] [member="Rakai Sha"]

 

[Rakai Sha]

Rakai had heard the call after his awakening, but the whispers in his ear told him of the path he must take, the path parallel to another. The Father's word still rang strong in his mind, even stronger now, and without the voice to go with it any more, all that was left was him. The Beast and the Prophet of Destru.

Korriban.

The Nagai clone had spent much time here once in training, and the call had brought him here, where he noticed others had come as well through the cockpit window of the ship he borrowed. Rakai had to pick something up first before coming back to this place. Something almost as dear to him as his gauntlets.

Traveling a distance away, to a desiccated Temple, the pearl skinned Sith landed outside of the near Ruins before entering. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, past the entrance, through the Grand Hall, straight to the living quarters. Within a room covered in thick layers of dust and cobwebs, Rakai raised his hand and blew away the majority of both with a Force Push, moving to and kneeling down at some floor stones I'm the middle. Metallic clawed gauntlets began cutting and digging at the stone in front of him, Rakai obviously knew something about this particular room, and this particular stone, as it soon came loose to reveal a black book wrapped in cloth. Tave Knyga Iv Destru on the cover, metallic clawed fingers ran over those words for the first time in a long while. This book would guide him when he was lost, and right now was his last and only connection to The Father. Wrapping the book back up, Rakai tucked it into his tunic, and exited the temple, closing his his outside as if to hear something better.

Those whispers made it to his ears once more, he was not too late. Returning to his ship, he flew back to where he had saw the entrance to his new Path, landing away from the other stray ships. Exiting the bay door of the ship he inherited, Rakai could already Sense the danger before him, but nothing would stop his advance.

Bodies. The Darkside. Rakai's right forearm shook ever so slightly, as a dark purple miasma escaped the crystal chamber of his lightsaber gauntlet. The was so much residual suffering, and far more happening within this death Trap that Light's Demise was quivering with hunger, even with it being full off the destruction of so many not too long ago. The Nagai clone was definitely in the right place.

Rakai paid no mind to any of the humanoids, either driven mad, left for dead, or just paralyzed with fear in a corner, understanding that they were at their end. During his travels, he even came across a room with four hssiss eating a meal of some poor souls that had entered unprepared. Rakai stepped into the room and finally drew the attention of the beasts, whom stopped eating and turned to face this new meal. The Sith Lord's red rims shimmered slightly as he started walking towards the other exit, and the four creatures lowered their heads, backing away from them, sensing a far more dangerous Beast in their presence. When he finally made it to the other exit, the four hssiss went back to their meals, waiting for some actual prey to come to their den.

Further and further into the complex, Rakai saw ancient traps set off by poor fools stuck in them now. Jumping over a particularly deep pit Trap, Rakai heard the small yelp of a cry for help from within.

"Please don't leave me!"

A child's voice rang out from within the pit trap, and surprisingly enough, Rakai stopped, and actually turned around to look down below. There was a young girl, leg broken, tears coming down her face from hours of crying looking up at him, raising her arms as if for him to reach down and grab her.

"Please sir, I'm going to die down here if you don't save me!"

Rakai's unblinking eyes showed no emotional response to the plea, but he looked over to the other side of the hole, seeing something he could use to help. He then connected to the little girl's mind to speak to her.

~You're right about one thing.~

Raising his hand forward, tendrils of Darkside energy wrapped around a large boulder, lifting it off the ground and hovering it over the large hole.

~You are going to die down there!~

The little girl began to scream as the boulder dropped and immediately ended the sound with a resounding thud. Turning around, Rakai stood, looking down as a red ashy and transparent version of the little girl, looking at him with seething hatred.

"You will pay for the monstrosities you have committed in your lifetime Rakai!"

The Force ghost had not fooled Rakai, and the Nagai clone merely walked right through and past her, demateralizing her and she disappearing completely.

~I highly doubt that!~

Continuing forward, the pearl skinned Sith Lord could hear some argument going on in a large chamber up ahead, between a man, and a Trandoshan. When the argument stopped, Rakai could hear clawed footsteps heading his way, and Rakai made himself a barrier as a Trandoshan came around the corner.

~I would get out of my way if you know what's good for you!~

The Trandoshan was done with all of the nonsense going on around her, and in his rage pulled his blade out and rushed at Pearl skinned man. Raising his metallic clawed hand towards his attacker, Rakai grabbed the enter lizard-man's body with the Force, freezing him in place like a puppet. Then walking forward, Rakai's left gauntleted hand took the blade from the Trandoshan's hand, looked at it, and then very slowly pushed the blade through the Trandoshan's stomach all while looking the creature in the eyes stoically, causing it to let out a blood curdling growl before it died. Rakai then flicked the fingers of his right hand which had been telekinetically holding the Trandoshan, outward sending the now dead body backward and through the door he had come from.

This caused the chanting within the room to increase for some reason, words he understood, words that sparked a memory and caused his right hand to dig into his tunic, pulling out the black book he had collected. Subconsciously turning to a specific page he saw the ritual they were performing, something The Father had planned to do himself perhaps? More likely just am excerpt to show the incredible increase in power the ritual gave. Nonetheless, it was a warning for Rakai to observe and not join in. This path was parallel to his own, but it was not his path to take like all of these willing pawns.

Stepping forward into the room, Rakai surrounded himself by shadows created by focusing the Darkside around him and staying to the darkness of the edge of the room, silently observing.

Rakai began mouthing the words he knew all too well, unable to speak them aloud and not wanting to project his telepathy during the ceremony, but these words would be so important in the next moments to come.

Chwayat I xisad fasona tave meistras lyteti verciau dar ar tym kash nenx kia cezura
jis je'as zo krevas reiksme iv midwan kash dury is fasonimas tu'iea savas lausk

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