Private Holo-croniism

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Darth Moskvin

Bastion, originally Sartinaynian, was an industrialized planet located in the Sartinaynian system in the Outer Rim Territories of the galaxy, and was the capital world of the Imperial Remnant, a successor state of the Galactic Empire. Bastion was located in the Braxant sector at the terminus of the trade route known as the Braxant Run.
Originally, "Bastion" was just a term for the worlds on which the Remnant's Council of Moffs and administrative headquarters were temporarily located and it last location remained a closely guarded secret by the time of the Caamas Document Crisis, where the Imperial Remnant was located on Sartinaynian shortly before peace with the New Republic in 19 ABY.

What does this have to do with today?

Darth Azrael, The Lord of Terror, was a Sith Lord who lived in the time of the Old Sith Wars. As a Sith Marauder in the Great Sith War, Sion fought for the Sith Empire until the day he was struck down. Rather than die, though, Sion found that by calling on his pain, anger, and hatred, he could rise from certain death and achieve immortality, at the cost of all-consuming agony. With a body fractured and decomposing, held together only by the dark side of the Force, Sion survived the Great Sith War. He would die some years later… on Malachor V(or what is left of it).

What does any of this have to do with today?

Before his final trip to Malachor V, the Lord of Terror had recorded what he had learned onto a holocron to be one day used by someone who would find it and learn of the true power of the Dark Side. Until it was found by a scavenger.

A scavenger looking to “move” it.

How did Connel know about this? An informant of his (not completely trustworthy, unless you pay him enough) did nothing to tell him. A merchant told a spacer, who told a station worker, who told another spacer, who told a dock worker, who told a… well… you get the idea…

Connel had overheard the conversation close enough to him. He was on the way “home” but had to get that artifact before someone else did. If it was this common knowledge, who knows who would also be looking for it.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Death Has But One Terror, That It Has No Tomorrow"​

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The downfall of secrets is they never stay quiet; it only takes one small whisper to turn it into a windstorm, then the rush to unearth whatever the secret was guarding begins, drawing all manners of individuals; from the casual explore to the famed archeologist, and depending on this hidden gem's potential, Sith and Jedi too. Rarely do the Sith take interest in artifacts, less they possess knowledge and wisdom that will grant them strength, power, and dominance. And when a secret was revealed that a holocron from ages long past had surfaced, the Sith took notice; especially when the holocron was potentially that of a very powerful Sith Lord. The Sith were well versed in working in secrecy, and this called for the same. So, it was decided they would send Dark Moskvin, the Queen of the Dead and murderess of the innocent.....

I was working in my lab, The Hollow, when word reached my ears that I had been summoned personally to go in search of an ancient artifact on a planet I never haunted previously. Needless to say, this irked me beyond all imaginable ways to express anger. I had my work to conduct, and my research was already splayed out on a table with his organs already removed and floating in jars. More so, I was home on Dathomir, this planet was deep in the Outer Rims on the opposite side of the galaxy; surely the Dark Council could have sent someone closer. But I knew they wanted results. I was good at what I did, and I was good at silencing loose ends along the way; so naturally they would choose me.

Returning the entrails back to the body, I ordered one of my assistants, A Nardithi Nightsister, to take the corpse to the crematory and feed the organs to the creatures of the swamps. Preserving the body until I returned was moot, there were plenty of other volunteers in the holding cells I could dissect. One by one I licked the blood off my fingers, basking in the irony taste of the crimson fluid, then wiped my hands clean. Archie, my raven familiar whom a connection is shared between us, fluttered his way to his favorite perch, my right shoulder as I moved toward the exit.

"We are going to some wretched planet called Bastion," I began telling Archie when I read his confused emotions through our 'speech', "We've been tasked to hunt down a holocron and bring it before the Dark Council. I'm not happy about it, but at least the opportunity to drink the local cuisine as presented itself."

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Darth Moskvin

I hate being here already.

It was not very “Jedi-Like” to be like that, but this planet gave Connel the willies. No, he was not afraid of the dark cloud hanging over this sphere, he was not afraid of what he might come across. Not only was Connel well trained, but he was learning even more, not to mention… well… he has already faced a litany of terrors in his life already.

So if he was not afraid of history, the dark cloud, the people or the environment, what is it?

It’s just WEIRD!

Landing on the outskirts of the town that this scavenger was said to be holed up in, Connel had an informant to work over first before he found this individual. It was a time where Jedi were not looked on fondly anyway, so he did not have to act like one, he could have some fun with all of this. So yeah, his “stealth” gear:” was on but Connel could also use his webgear, which meant his assault gear.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Death Has But One Terror, That It Has No Tomorrow"​

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The wafting smell of desperation could be smelled almost immediately when I stepped of the ship, and we were on the outskirts of the city; one could only imagine the stench festering within that place. I deduced I needed to find this holocron and leave this rotting wound of a planet quickly as possible before the last remnants of my sanity deteriorated further down the rabbit hole. This scavenger was somewhere around this area, but I had been informed that this individual was on the nervous side of the fence, wary of strangers, quick to shoot first. I wondered if he tampered with the holocron, for it is well documented that the holocrons of Sith are laid with traps and very unpleasant surprises.

Once offloading the BARC speeder I quickly climbed aboard, with Archie hovering overhead. There were two known locations of this holder of the holocron, which further irked me more about this mission. Sith intelligence can never give accurate details, always giving potential and suggestive details. Regardless, I was here and best getting to it.

My first stop was a near abandoned campsite, with only one resident in attendance. The middle-aged man, when pressed by my meticulous questioning, born no answers to aid me. As I went to leave, the man began begging me for food and drink, giving me a sob story about his lot in life, as if I cared. Perhaps this sorrowful man needed a second chance in life, but I robbed him of that quickly when I fell upon, draining him dry and basking in the flow of anima passing into me. I will say, if this man's blood was any sample of the other living planet dwellers, I could enjoy living here, even if I had to endure the stench. After feeding, I moved toward the second location with hopes of positive results.

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Darth Moskvin

I.really.do.not.like.it.here.

The young Jedi was not the “wide-eyed” little wuss he once was, or was portrayed to be at least. That was a long time ago(or seemed it), as he had come a long way in a short time. The shadow was moving throughout the city, sticking to shadows, alleys and rooftops as he had heard voices, voices of “Anakin” being found at his campsite dead. The story was bad enough, but as Vanagor was sitting outside the apartment he knew that his informant was renting, he heard two shop owners talking about the poor man. The details were odd, he was not only found “dead”, but it looked like he was “wrinkled”, “shriveled”, as if he was… no.

An Energy Vampire doesn’t operate that way… maybe a Lupine? He faced one in Gerwald Lechner some time back. What about Lupo? Anzat?, Codru-Ji? How about he stop dwelling on that? Inuik is in.

What’s up Inuik?! Connel yelled as he was in the middle of leaping through the open window. In a controlled roll, he jumped to his feet and pushed the Weequay up against the wall.

“Whoah? Vanagor? Uhhh, Good to see you!”

Yeah, I’ll bet you’re surprised. I’ll bet you didn’t expect to see me after that karkin’ mudpit you got me into on Verkuyl.

“I swear! I didn’t know that Hutt gang would be there.”

I said nothing about a Hutt gang… Those words (though they were indeed there) sent fear into the eyes of the informant as his legs turned to jelly. The bottle he was holding popped open and the liquid seasoning dripped onto Connel’s gauntlet.

The Knight looked down at it and back at the Weequay who was not “leaking” somewhere else.
“Oh Gawd…”

You just… if you wrecked my gauntlet I… Rearing back to throw a punch, though he would never do so (Inuik is a coward), he went to the next part of his intimidation routine.

“I.. I didn’t mean…”

That was a “one-off”... if YOU WRECKED IT!!” Recoiling to throw the punch…

“KUKER CREYSIN! He’s at the Speedershop next to the Starport!”

Connel put both hands on him now and lifted the informant a foot off the ground. If you’re lying to me…

“I’m not, I swear!!!!” He was clearly “leaking” more and more now. Connel dropped him slowly and then clapped a hand on his shoulder. Good! See ya! Jumping out the window, and grabbing a hold of the nearby rooftop, Connel knew that Inuik was truthful and would not do anything. He was afraid of Connel, but terrified of his father Caltin.

Now he had a location.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Death Has But One Terror, That It Has No Tomorrow"​

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My arrival into this out skirted city was not a welcoming sight, or smell. I was correct in my earlier assumptions about the stench of the cities on this planet and was rewarded for it. Parking the bike, I moved through the city to find some rugged looking alien named Iniuk. living in town, and after a few inquiries, a location was revealed. I'm a very subtle Sith, striking from the unseen shadows or through subterfuge; but I wanted off this planet quickly to return home to my piling up experiments. I knocked on his door, heard some shuffling behind, and when the alien opened the door slightly to peer out; I crashed through gripping the ugly faced man by his throat, holding him up in the air with his feet dangling underneath.

"Squirming will only make this worse," my voice dripping with venom. "You have answers to questions I have, so let's do away with notions about lying to me. I do not have the patience to play games with you."

I caught a whiff of something foul radiating from this man, and noticed the front of his tunic was wet. Urine? Before I could begin my questioning, a yellowish liquid began cascading down his left leg, pooling at the floor. My angry eyes moved from the puddle of fear to the aliens frightened eyes.

"There is a man I'm look..."

"Kuker Creysin," he answered struggling to get out the name, "You're looking for Kuker Creysin! He's at the speeder shop by the spaceport. I swear! Please? Please don't kill me!"

A cold, wicked grin slowly crept across my face as our eyes remained locked together. I had already fed earlier, the Hunger subsided for now, and yet the fear wafting off this alien was intoxicating. I crave the essences born of fear; the smells, the tastes, feeling the trembling of one's body when gripped in my murderous hands.

"Friend.....today is not your luck day." Applying just enough force I crushed his throat, shattering his trachea. The sensation of his death washed over me like an erotic pleasure. I briefly stared at the corpse before releasing my grip, then smiling at the sickening thud when it hit the floor. "Come Archie....we're off to the speeder shop and hopefully home soon after."

Connel Vanagor



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[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Darth Moskvin

I, going to have to go check on Inuik before I leave.

He was embracing the path and actions of a Shadow. Okay he was going a little too far with informants, but Connel was aware of this, which is why he made a mental note to check over the Weequay, if he had not taken off for a new location by now.

Going back to the rooftops, he needed to do this right, stay out of view of everyone and make his move on Creysin when no one else was around. Of course he fully expected the sentient to be on the defensive with his head fully on a swivel. So this would be a challenge, of course Connel brought plenty of credits, so “bribery” could be a pathway if necessary.

Somehow, Vanagor had found himself on the upper level of the Starport, on top of one of the closed off rooftops overlooking the speeder dealership, so he had vew of everything. The place was packed, so it was going to be difficult to pick the man out. So what he did was simple, tapping his comm-link, he contacted “Brad”, his astromech.

[Brad, look up the name “Kuker Creysin” and cross reference the name with any criminal records of warrants. When you get me results, let me know of anyone who operates here on Bastion or in the area.] An eager beep came back to him so Connel was allowing himself to relax and watch the dealership from above. He did not expect this guy to be out in the open, at least not until nightfall. Of course there was also a question of who might show up to meet with him.

The waiting game commenced.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

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The streets, the marketplaces, and practically everything was crowded, like worms infesting a rotting corpse. It was taking longer than I appreciated, lending me to a comically infused mind of frustration. I couldn't afford this Kuker fellow to get away now, being as close as I was. If he stayed on planet, I could track him potentially, but if he managed to get transport of Bastion; both he and holocron were as good as gone. I needed to keep a weathering eye on this man whilst moving through this meat sacked annoyance; thus, I called upon my familiar Archie.

Archie and I have unique connection, a favorable union that is beneficial to both of us. Archie, squawking his war cry, took flight toward the speeder shop, setting down into a position that literally gave him a bird's eye view of the entrance, and any paths from the shop to the spaceport. The image of my prey was unknown to me, a phantom of sorts, but Archie's job was to be the lookout and report anyone exiting the facility.

Pushing and shoving citizens out of my way, some to the ground, I moved as quickly as I could, ignoring the hollow threats and empty insults. If they knew who they were threatening, and time was affordable, I would enjoy listening to their tunes of singing apologies through removed chatter boxes. Luckily, I am taller than the average galactic citizen which garnished me with the ability to look over heads and to finally see my destination. But then I stopped, for the foul smell I know caught was that of an ancient rival amongst the Sith: Jedi!

I wasn't surprised that the good nature boys and girls would send an emissary to retrieve this holocron, safer in their hands and tucked away from the possession of the Sith. Quickly I weaved the Sith spell, Spell of Concealment, and rendered myself invisible in the Force. With the arrival of the Jedi, the game just got a bit more interesting.

Connel Vanagor

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[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Darth Moskvin

Oh really?

Connel could not directly sense a Sith in the area. Therefore he did not know implicitly that one was not far behind. The thing is he knew that there was someone in and of the Dark Side in the region. How did he know? The sudden shift in the Force. It’s not like the spell of Concealment said “Hey! We’re shutting off now!” No, it was not so infantile or obvious. However, already being “well aware” (i.e. on edge) about the very fabric of the Force on the planet, he noticed the change.

It was not someone of the Light, who would hide? It was not someone leaving the planet, then the fabric would slowly dissipate. No, it was like this just “shifted” and that meant to him that someone was out there, and out there for the very thing he was after.

The race was on.

He did not know about Archimedes, or anything of the type, so Connel paid little attention to the Raven who perched not that far away. He was focused on the image that flashed on his gauntlet of Creysin. No sign of him yet so it was still a waiting game. There were some local constables who were paying attention to him, after all, the Shadow was on a rooftop but he showed his lightsaber, the best way he could identify himself without…

They want him to come down…

… can’t be mad… they’re doing their job…

Down on the ground, he went on to try and explain that he was a Jedi and searching for a stolen artifact when Creysin came walking out of the dealership looking his way with a grin on his face. That’s the thief… He could give chase, but it could possibly ping the nerves of the constables… this had to play out.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

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As I drew closer and closer to the dealership, something unsuspected happened that even the Force itself could not have predicted. Two men, obviously employed as authorities judging by the garments draped over their skin covered skeletons, stopped in front of the building and began shouting upwards. A few moments later, a man dropped from the roofs and immediately I found the Jedi, though he was not my object of obsession, the holocron was. Unlike other Sith, I don't hate the Jedi to the point where I would forgo accomplishing my mission or goals to simply engage them, only simpletons falter and allow their emotions to dictate their actions.

Slowly my steps became as I observed the exchange between the trio when, once again something unsuspected happened, an individual emerged from the inside of the dealership. The face was unfamiliar to me, however when he grinned at the Jedi as he moved toward the center of the city, I knew he was the keeper of the holocron.

I did not care about the Jedi or the authorities as I hastened myself toward this Kuker Creysin, passing the trio of men without a glance. I no longer needed my spell and released it flooding the Force with my sickening signature. No doubt the Jedi would now feel it as if being punched squarely in the mouth. and to my dismay, Kluker turned around and by bad luck or chance on my part, spotted this tall monster walking directly toward him and broke into a run. Even without the assistance of the Force, what I am grants me the benefits of heightened senses and physical abilities, and possessing enhanced speed was one such benefit.

Dodging and weaving myself through the crowds of people, I finally caught up to this Kluker fellow who stood at the entrance to a massive, run-down Temple. I knew such Temples when constructed back in the days of old contained underground mazes and tunnels that could spit out an individual anywhere outside city borders. What struck me odd was he stood by himself with that grin on his face. Did he seriously believe in his dimwitted mind he could survive such an encounter with the likes of me? Even if he tried to flee into that ancient structure, I would mow him down before he could impregnant the threshold.

But this little morsel was cunning and sly. From behind him, spewing out like spider roaches came four armed men, three brandishing vibroswords and one with a small hold-out blaster. With a gesture of a salute from Kluker, he darted inside the building, leaving his associates to deal with me. I pulled back the black colored hood on my robes, revealing the horrifying vision that stood before them, as I slowly retrieved my two hilts. Using the Force, for my hilts are uniquely constructed, the purple blades with swirling black mists imprisoned inside the purple illuminations roared to life with a simultaneous snap-hiss.....

Connel Vanagor
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[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FOE) : Darth Moskvin

The flood of the Dark Side coming out, hit Connel, not like a punch in the mouth, but a kick between the legs. I know, semantics, but the point is there. He looked around for it, almost ignoring the constables at the moment until he saw her, an individual moving almost unnaturally fast after Creysin. Being nice and being patient would have to take a backseat now. He did not want to, but a wave of his hand would trick the minds of the two and he could go after him… her… the both them…

You realize I have a job to do…

“I realize you have a job to do.”

“I realize you have a job to do.”

You understand I am trying to cause as little harm as I can.

“You are trying to cause as little harm as you can.”

“You are trying to cause as little harm as you can.”

You are letting me go only to follow from a distance.

“We are letting you go only to follow from a distance.”

Connel then took off running, not waiting to see if the trick took with the second constable. It didn’t. He could hear “Wha?” and “HEY!” It was too late though, he was moving as well, they would still follow him and that was okay, as long as they kept out of the reach of the Sith.

When he came across the Temple, Connel could not help but wonder what was still holding the place together. It looked to be ready to crumble after a strong wind. The Sith he was following came face to face with four armed individuals. It was not a fair fight (they were outnumbered) but he also saw something that she did not seem to, which is probably because he was on a rooftop. They had shoulder mounted blasters they could level on her.

He owed her nothing.

So why was he stopping?

She could have killed him earlier and she didn’t. He was not required to do anything to help, but if you ask him, Connel had to be able to look at himself in the mirror. Doing nothing would make it hard. Three Throwing Lightknives, one for each “turret” and the receipt was paid. They were even, and he could move on.

He had a thief to catch.

Jumping to one of the spires, he found a window, a robotic guard was in front of it and it took the Force to assist in his speed, but Connel pulled his shortsaber, stabbed the assassin droid and pulled it out the window before entering. He could hear voices carry through the halls, now it was a matter of finding where.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

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Up above and off to my left, three small explosions sounded in session; stealing the attention from me to what transpired behind the four men. The men paused, glancing over their shoulders, and that was all I needed to act. My dead Master beat into me that concept of seizing the opportunity when presented, sadly for him he taught me all too well, as I know bear the legacy of his teachings and he lies rotting on the sands of Korriban. While they were distracted, I quickly singled out my first target, conjuring into his mind those nightmares he feared most through Summon Fear watching the shift in the man's body as the visions haunted and clawed at his psyche, thus activating one of the two secret abilities of The Witch's Curse Crystal.

The fear flowed from the man into me, granting me more power and strength. Stepping toward the foursome, as they slowly turned their heads back to me, putting myself in the proper proximity, the second ability from the crystal took effect, sapping their collective willpower. They were my marionettes and I, their manipulator. Like a phantom bursting from the walls, I fell on them quickly. In mere seconds, the front of the derelict Temple was decorated with the limbs and broken bodies of the dead men. But my fight didn't end there. As fate would curse me like she always does, the arrival of two constables complicated my chances of pursuing my target.

"Halt...," one began to say only to have his throat seize up, his hands scrambling to remove invisible hands clutching his trachea closed; and his partner, too, felt the clutches at his throat. Powering down my weapons, I slowly raised the two off their feet, basking in the screams and yells from the citizens massed around to bear witness to this magical spectacle. Growing bored, and remembering my target, I turned around and headed into the Temple, releasing the two new freshly added corpses to mingle with the other dead.

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FOE) : Darth Moskvin

The voices he heard led Connel straight to Creysin and two cronies admiring their prize. The Shadow did not come out immediately until he could size up the room and how well armed they were. These humans were stupid, they relied on outside guards and had nothing going on when they got into the inner sanctums. It wasn’t truly “stupid”, generally, but considering the planet, and the culture that it had become, proved more and more advantageous to Vanagor..

“What are we gonna do with it?” One asked.

Creysin was confident he gave everyone the slip, so he was cocky. “Get the most money we can off of this stupid thing. Or maybe find a way to make our own copies and sell them.”

Connel heard this and just shook his head. He decided against coming out of the shadows just yet, but could use the mind trick again. Waving his hand at the much larger human, he simply whispered.

That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard…

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard…”

“What?” Asked the other, shocked at how normally “closed off” Allaster usually was.

You have Jedi, and Sith coming after you… you’re pushing your luck.

“You have Jedi, and Sith coming after you… you’re pushing your luck.”

“Oh, you need to just shut the frell up!” Kuker blurt out.

You want nothing to do with this…

“I want nothing to do with this.”

Creysin went to grab a blaster, now it was time for Connel to show up. Pulling the weapon out of the thief’s reach and coming out of the shadows, he looked them over as they each seemed speechless. Howdy boys. Here’s the way I see things. You can give that thing to me, I’ll even give you a few credits for it, or the Sith coming for you will brutalize you and take it. Your choice.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

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The temple's inside lay in ruination from years of neglect, from the floors to the ceilings where painted, as by a sadist artist, with the cosmic paints of decrepitation. The inner sanctum, once the gold standard of worship on Bastion, now housed the ghosts of a faith long deceased. The fetid wooden pews, cracked and dousing the room with an odor of rot, sat at varying angles, while the alter itself was stained with a green-like fungus that crept up and over the medium-sized stoned feature, while the windows, back in the glory days of old that once dispersed rainbow colors across the faces of the faithful from invading rays from beyond, looked on with smiles riddled with broken and jagged teeth.

And in the middle, like scurrying rats caught in a poison trap of confusion, where two men, a Jedi, and the man responsible for hosting this elaborate macabre gala.

"They say if you pray passionately within a holy temple," my words ejaculating from dead, cold lips as I slowly crept down the stairs; tossing up years of collected dust behind footfalls, "That the evils of the world will stay at bay, fearful to enter a sanctuary so blessed...so divine...so sacred that one's soul is protected by the infections of the wicked.

"Unfortunately, the foolish who believe in such myths have misplaced their convictions, failing themselves in a prayer to keep their souls from being swallowed by dark and twisted conceptions. Tell me, what prayers do you have to ward off this evil that comes with ghoulish intentions?"

There comes a time in one's life, when the decisions of your past stand facing you with a morbid sneer and a crooked grin, eyes glazed over with a glassiness that your own reflection haunts your very existence. That in this moment, you question your ethics, your desires, and the actions that brought you to a boiling point, where the festering waters swirling inside threaten to scald skin from bone. And I wondered, while my golden eyes of the undead looked upon the others, if they knew death was not just a symbol, but stood here before them, a living entity.

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FOE) : Darth Moskvin

It wasn’t bad enough that a Jedi was standing in front of them, but now a Sith? A Sith who looked like the walking dead? To say that the three who were not expecting visitors were ready to soil themselves was an understatement. Two of them decided that they wanted nothing to do with this and put their luck in their footspeed bolting down empty hallways, regardless of where they went. Creysin? He was too busy cowering.

“Don’t kill me… I… I don’t even know what it is…”

If you’re going to cower and lie, try and at least show some conviction about it. Where did you get it? Who did you get it from? Though he had a hand on the hilt of his shortsaber, Connel was ignoring the Sith, if she hadn’t attacked by now, she had little interest in him, so…

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

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A feeling of disappointment rushed over me when two of my potential fatalities opted to scurry away like scared children from the encroaching dark, where the light had surrender over to twilight, who in turn conceded the victory to the night. I thought of pursuing them, a delicate game of cat chasing mice; but opted against it, for the prize I came half across the galaxy for was but a breath away. My eyes, now glazed over with anger and a bout of annoyance, turn their focus to the cowering man, the babbling fool with the artifact.

The Jedi, the sworn enemy of my Order, stood by the man; not as a guardian but what I could only assume to claim this treasure from this rat race, and yet through the Force I sensed no hostility from this good-boy Jedi. Perhaps, with deep pondering, not all Jedi drink the dogmatic juice forced into their grubby little hands from silver-tongued word weavers. Still, I couldn't let this Jedi take the artifact back to his Order, just as I would not allow the holocron to be pawed over by those of mine. There was only one conclusion to the fate of this holocron.

"Perhaps, Jedi," I began as I crouched down to eye level, a few yards from Creysin's seated spot, staring pure hatred into Creysin's eyes, "You should rethink your interrogation methods. If you will indulge me, Jedi, maybe break a finger or an arm, perhaps? I find the best way to get information is through torture, and if you are versed in certain techniques...a tongue is not required for them to speak; you can remove that freely from a mouth that refuses to speak words. I can show you if you like, Jedi?"

Creysin's eye shot wide as the galaxy is infinite, whilst trying to move backwards putting space between himself and the villainous creature who wanted to do unspeakable horrors to his well-being until he bumped up against the Jedi, only to understand he was literally stuck between the essences of Good and Evil. Creysin's options were beyond limited, he would soon begin to understand that his life was drawing to its ending climax in the last few lines of its final chapter.

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FOE) : Darth Moskvin

“Don’t kill me!! I’ll tell you what I know!”

If you want me to keep her off of you, you will.

Time to play “Light Jedi/Dark Jedi” (good cop/bad cop)

“Please! I’ll tell!”

Talk, or I walk. As if his eyes could not get any wider.

“T… There’s a vault… I work “The Darkstars”... they found a crapload of stuff. Jedi stuff too.”

I told you to stop lying!

“It’s there! On Corellia! I swear! They’re waiting for it to be clear to clean the place out! I swear!”

So how did you come across this?

“I just… There’s no security there… I didn’t think they would miss it.”

You steal from your own people and you expect me to believe you?!

“I SWEAR!”

Looking at the Sith, he could only think of one thing to do.

The holocron is yours as long as you don’t kill him… fair? He was going after the vault. It was in Alliance space so it was not like the Sith could easily follow.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -​

​

Call it sadistic, call it fanatical enjoyment, call it whatever one likes, but I found an immoral gratification radiating off Creysin's aura to be delightfully tasteful. The fear, the true sense of the feeling, crawled over his flesh like maggots in search for the iron-enriched fleshy bits. He couldn't deny it, even with his false truths, it was painted like a mask upon his face. I listened as the Jedi spoke with Creysin, my lips forming between a snarl and a caustic grin at times at the thief.

"Killing is what I do, Jedi. But," I said standing up and walking toward the cowardly man, whose body began to twitch, his face turning to the paleness of death with every step I took, "Is more than satisfactory. I've grown tiresome of this planet, it's so uncivilized like Dathomir."

Ripping the holocron from the grubby paws of the thief via the Force, I held it afloat between myself and the other two, staring and examining its intricate patterns and goth-like designs. "Such a troublesome little cuss you are, don't you agree boys? Something so unique, something that caused so many problems that brought together such a merry band to this very Temple. Imagine all the knowledge inside, the power that it will grant to whomever unlocks the hidden mechanisms built within. Such power! Such knowledge!"

Quickly, I drew forth one of my lightsabers, activating it through the Force and with one singular stroke, cut the troublesome holocron in half. The once desired artifact was now nothing more than added litter to the ruined Temple's decor.

"But we will never know what secrets lay locked away," I said with a snarky undertone. I turned around heading to the exit of the Temple, and subsequently to my ship to get off this brackish planet, but said over my shoulder as I went, "Good luck, Jedi on your new endeavor, and may fate never bring us together again. And for you Creysin, always look under your bed before you go to sleep....the boogeyman is always watching."

Connel Vanagor​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Bastion | OBJECTIVE : Retrieve Sith Holocron | TAG (FOE) : Darth Moskvin

That worked? SERIOUSLY?

It was a good thing he had his mask on, as well as his thoughts covered, because the image of what he had just witnessed, a Sith Lord acquiescing to his call, simply blew him away. The fact that she was willing to do this had some ulterior motive undertones, but at this point, Vanagor didn’t care. He was willing to get yelled at over the loss of this holocron if it meant that the vault could be opened up on Corellia.

Then when she cut the holocron in half, it was all he could do not to buckle over and burst into laughter.

Her veiled threats aside, this was a win. He kept the holocron out of Sith hands technically so this mission was, in a manner of speaking, a success. So whatever she was saying about them not running into each other again, he could let it go, after all she needed to keep her “dangerous” image up and running.

Uh-huh. Yep, no problem. Half-heartedly waiting for her to pull something, he waited for her to be out of earshot before he turned to Creysin, grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall.

I kept you alive you Schutta… you owe me big, from now on…

Cresyin was busy dishonestly agreeing and falsely promising restitution. Connel was busy pulling a headset comm-link out of his back web pocket. Stop lying… from now on, you will keep this on your person. There is a locator on it that is connected across the galaxy so I will know when you are when I check your location. You will keep this on your person, and you will answer when I call… From now on… you work for me. When I call you… you will answer and you will do what I want you to do… and it will be getting me information.

“Okay… okay yeah! I can do that! How much does it pay?” He trembled.

YOU WANT TO GET PAID? I PRACTICALLY OWN YOU! Connel picked him up off the ground and held him there.

‘No, no! I don’t need to. I can help you! I promise! I swear!”
Dropping the thief to the ground, he was centimeters from Creysin’s face. You’d better be.

Standing erect, he went to leave when Creysin asked. “Are you mad she broke that thing?”

Connel was halfway out the window he jumped into when he looked back… Nope, I would have done the same thing.