Objective: Await Instructions
In the bowels of the Misery, one of the Eternalites' battleships, a dead man awoke.
Bacta drained, the pod's exit slid open, and Kalzok floated out. He disliked the subterfuge, or the stress he felt in this mission, but worst of all was having to play nice with the Eternals. He had not been one for Sith politics before his... wounding, but the events on Odavessa, and the subsequent dedication of the Eternals and Kainites to repeating the mistakes of the past was... extremely unsatisfying.
Kalzok idly mused that once, he might have had some choice words to say. But his current condition and the altered state of his mind put such thoughts aside for now. No, he had a job to do. Kalzok wondered if would have once found that funny.
Floating the halls of the battleship, its crew paid him no mind, though they gave him a wide berth. After his escape from Odavessa, and his subsequent plans with the Tsis'Kal, Kalzok had gotten in contact with the Eternals to pledge himself to them. The services of a Loremaster of the Sith was always appreciated, and the past few weeks had been a blur as Kalzok was shuffled into Bacta tanks and Sith alchemical trances in between giving advice to the Eternal leadership. He wondered when he would meet the end of his usefulness, but realised the reverse was already true.
Kalzok floated down, down into the sub levels, and then up into the heart of the ship, towards its reactor. It was an eerie sight to see the Loremaster, draped in loose robes and covered in ritual markings, glide silently along the halls like a phantom. Like a presence unknown, Kalzok realised he too could no longer make sense of his own mind, internally.
Perhaps he needed more rest.
The Loremaster moved first into the nearby security room. He extended his arm and knocked twice, then waited. When the security trooper opened the door, Lightning from Kalzok's eyes turned his head into a fine red mist. The other trooper, shocked, pulled his weapon from his holster instinctively. Kalzok exerted his will through the Force, and the gun flew from his grip to ram its barrel into the trooper's helmet.
Struggling on the floor, Kalzok floated past, exerting his will again and sending the broken helmet's debris into the man's skull at high velocity. Both soldiers dead, Kalzok reprogrammed the security systems to go dead in the reactors for the next hour.
He left and closed the door, floating to the reactor control room and opening its doors by himself. On the far wall was a wide, thick wall of see-through metal, its edges ringed with more conventional metal that marked the blast doors ready to slam shut in the case of fission failure. The technicians turned from their stations to see the Loremaster.
"Good day, my lord. How may, uh, how may we help you today?" the station chief walked up to Kalzok.
The Loremaster slowly tilted his head to face the station chief, and blinked once, his yellow eye-lights flashing. From behind his mask, Kalzok spoke:
"Die."
All around the control room, men and women began to double over, clutching their guts or chest as their organs failed one by one. Kalzok reached out, amplifying his powers of Wounding. The joss paper trailing his sleeves and pasted across his face began to glow red, some burning up. He had to end this soon.
As blood burst forth from the mouths and eyes of the first to die, the rest scrambled, screaming, clawing their throats, contorting violently. One reached for the emergency alarm, and so her hand was severed at the wrist by a sharp Forceblade when Kalzok floated past. He waited for several seconds as the remainder died before stopping the flow of Force from his body. A sharp pain filled the void in his soul once he stopped, and for a while his mind was sharpened.
That sucks...
Kalzok shook his head and floated down to the floor, his wrapped feet touching the bare metal floor. He shuffled to the controls and began to input a few sequences. Nothing malicious: a cursory scan would only see a routine power cycling. He was familiar enough with the controls, having spent the past few weeks 'learning the ropes' of the Eternal ship. It irked him that he had to go to them for help reconstructing his body after it was destroyed by the insanity of their previous leader, but only the resources of the Eternals could have provided the Loremaster with the aid he needed, and for that he thanked them. Yet only the foolishness of the Eternals could have chained the Sith to their failed ideology, and for that he cursed them
An acolyte appeared at the door, gasping as he saw the Loremaster clearly sabotaging the controls. Without turning around, Kalzok threw his blade, impaling itself in the acolyte's heart. Connecting a communicator receiver into the control room's communicator system, riding on the ship's comms signals. He was waiting for a low-frequency wave. In the meantime, he crossed over to the reactor door and closed it, setting the emergency lock. He moved back from the control panels and faced the windows facing the reactor core. Power on the scale of the heart of a star, kept in careful calibration to prevent it from facing explosive stellar death.
He raised his hands, and tendrils of invisible power extended beyond the control room, into the blinding reactor core. Kalzok took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Through the Force, he extended his senses outward, into the reactor core, and he saw the weave of forces and energies flowing around the gigantic reactor core. A swirling maelstrom of hellish power. Kalzok tugged and pulled on the threads, slowly setting in motion a chaotic process that would end in the total unraveling of the core and complete detonation, annihilating the battleship.
He continued his ministrations, carefully, slowly, and watched in silence, waiting for the signal from the Tsis'Kal to accelerate the detonation.
