Odar-Faustin
The Past
He told me I was exceptional. I was kept separate from the others. I began to believe I woukd become His Apprentice, to learn the power of the dark side. Instead he began to keep me in a cell, injecting me with black fluids.
One night when the serum was admistered I asked Him,
“Am I worthy yet? How much more poling and prodding till I am ready to learn to use my power?”
To this he said,
“You are special Ikari. A little whie longer and I will show you the mysteries of the Force.”
This promise was reiterated till every time I asked, until I ceased asking.
One night it was different, the needle had sokething heavy. I thought it was air, I was wrong. Within minutes I began to drool, in fifteen my eyes were yellow. Within a hour the smell of rotting flesh and the seizures.. followed by.. death.
Lord Saberous said I merely fainted, he tried to treat me as a child, I knew better. I became a ‘curosity’ he said. I overheard him saying the others went feral, and for some reason I retained cognitive autonomy. None of this was a comfort, for within I felt it.. the yearning, the heat that could melt Mandalorian armor, it grew as I grew ill. At some point an animal was placed in the cell, a Tauntaun. I could feel its heart beat in my head and hunger begin to take.. as frail as I became, I mustered enough strength, I took that creature and bit it at the neck, the first bite excited something in me and I began to gorge myself on the screaming creature.
The Master returned to observe, my flesh mended and my mind still my own. Though my rage grew, in one visit I purged black fluid from my mouth, and shouted,
“What am I?! What have you done to me!”
Droids held me back, and from then on chains were fastened around my arms.
I never saw The Master again, instead a Acolyte was appointed to watch me. One of those who believed he would be the favorite and earn the Apprenticeship. I began to understand the game, no one was going to be selected, we all were as Lord Malgus once said, “Deceived.”
One day there was a great commotion outside, screams and the crackling of sabers. I could smell rotting flesh, more potent than my own. Then blaster fire, and bang at the door. The Acolyte drew her lightsaber hilt and then the metal bent outward as more thuds hit the door. The door broke open and swarm of petruid figures came at the Acolyte who drew his blade and before he made a stroke he was taken by them all thrashing and biting him as he screamed, falling into the pile of rotting hands pf yellow and red, intestines like tentacles falling around him like tentacles as he black gloved hand rose to the ceiling and slowly fell into the sea of the damned.
The saber hilt rolled to my boot, and then one of feasting ferals came with bulging eyes and white fangs, with my mind I gave a command. And it bent and drew the weapon up, and then ignited the fire of crimson and with stroke cut my chain, and then the other. Then it handed me the weapon as it bowed down. I took the humming kyber close to my face, my hair had grown long, as had the hair on my chin. Taking some steps, the swarm parted to let me walk through. My cell was open and they followed me out into a hall with blood splattered hand prints on the walls, though no corpses.
I learned thereafter Saberous had perished. In his research archives I found his true prusuit.. I was merely an experiment. The world grew quiet for days undending, save the occasional visit from Smugglers and other poor souls who joined The Swarm.
Then a day came when the world was loud with the arrival of The Pillagers. They wore the mantels of the Sith and stripped many of the labs, taking samples, and whatever could be found. They bypassed me and The Horde, taking the bio weapon off world. They had no idea what fire they were bringing to the galaxy…
Odar-Faustin
Present Day
Deep in the caves beneath the surface that was white with snow fall, a tank of red fluid and black cords connected to power converters and generators. In the tank was a man, long flowing black hair, and trimmed beard of same raven black. His chest was in blocks of muscle that flexed. All over his skin was blemishes, particular the arms and face that when flaring were yellow.
A monitor was beeping with vitals and the heart rating highly elevated. He had no respirator, bubbles flowing from his exposed nose, his eye lids closed.
Outside a fish on one of high peaks turned and sent a signal, it pinged the screen of blacl near him that read,
“Motion Detected! Identify.. Collating.. Hyperdrive Detected.. Vessel… Imperial Class Shuttle.. Emergency Revive Initiated..”
In the Tank, the blood waters began to lower and go out extra tubes so that now the face had only air and glass. Suddenly the eyes popped open, they were vermillion with pupils of black…