Coruscant | Lower Levels | Kashyyyks Reprieve
Darth Imperius
He was in a dark room. Dark and cold. Cool mist swirled around him, tendrils snaking up his legs, over his torso, as if alive. Breathing was laborious and rapid.
Where was he?
His mind ordered him to move, but his body would not cooperate. He opened his mouth to cry out, but no sound emerged. In the wake of his silence, a voice from the dark spoke, low and gravelly. It seemed to come from every direction, all at once.
"Thy fear is tantalizing. Like a sweet nectar born of unparalleled anguish..."
A shiver shot through his body, try as he might to suppress it. Sweat trickled down the back of his shirt, as he furiously tug his body once more against his invisible binding, still to no avail. The mist continued to encircle him, covering him, seeping itself into his mouth and eye sockets. The Voice of the Dark chuckled wickedly, amused.
"Such cowardice... surely one born of such vile blood carries a sterner spine."
Pain seared straight up his back in response to the Voices taunting. Kaydens body finally was free, as he fell to the floor, writhing in anguish. It was unbearable, like the hot magma of Mustafar had swaddled him like a hellish blanket. And then, as soon as it appeared, it was gone. As he lay their on the floor, gasping for air, the Voice came again. This time, quiet, and eerily serene. As it spoke, the coolness of the mist began to wash over him once more lapping at his twitching, helpless form.
"Let thy very marrow be obliterated, and made into a glorious canvas of hate. Submit yourself to another, let yourself be reborn, Child of Darkness."
The mist engulfed him completely, and his vision faded into nothingness.
"Bartender! Another drink?"
Kaydens eyes fluttered open as he shot awake. He was sat hunched over on a stool just behind the bar counter of
Kashyyyks Reprieve. He had fallen asleep on the job. Again. He looked over at the source of the request. Mulvin Donez, one of their regulars. He held up his empty glass expectantly. Kayden rubbed his eyes and face, grimacing.
God my head hurts.
Another dream. He'd had recurring nightmares of more or less the same variety on and off for the past couple weeks the moment he shut his eyes. It made for a very groggy day when he was awake. He couldn't make heads or tails of what they meant, though he had considered seeing one of those Seers that some of the patrons had been discussing to get them discerned. Whatever their meaning, he could be certain it was nothing good.
"Child of Darkness? What the hell does that even mean?"
Kayden sighed. Problems for a later time. For now, he had to prepare another drink. He grabbed the large tankard of Hutt Ale and brought it over to Mulvin.
"Sorry friend. Haven't been getting enough shut eye at night these days."
Mulvin merely grunted in response, his mood clearly turned by the wait. As he set back to his drink, Kayden caught his reflection in the the patrons glass. He was a bit worse for wear at the moment. His brown tunic was weathered, and stained here and there with different drink ingredients, and his blonde hair a little greasier than usual. He pushed it back out of his face, and quickly got back to work preparing a variety of different strange liquids for the dwindling patrons dotting the cantina, as he pored over the contents of his recent dream, trying to discern any kind of meaning.
He was intensely engaged in the mixing of a C980 Martini when he felt his blood run cool. Something was wrong. He immediately stopped his preparation of the drink, setting it to the side with care, and looked up and out among the
Reprieve frantically.
A man stood in the door, adorned in simple robe pulled up over his face barely revealing the lithic gray eyes that currently pierced right through him. Now this was a face he hadn't seen before in the
Reprieve, and these days anyone who wasn't a regular stopping in for a drink was a surprise. As the man walked in and circled in on the bar, Kayden could not avert his eyes. Something about this man was so unusual from anything he had ever seen before. He had no idea why, but he felt strongly pushed to the man. As if his very bones recognized something about him.
Must be deja vu.
Kayden snapped out of it, and washed his hands off with a rag, giving the man a half smile.
"Evening mister. Could I get you something to drink?"
Kayden Lind
