Lost and Found

[ToKola Bakari]

How long?

How long has it been since the Sith Apprentice, Malakai, was ripped from his destiny yet saved from his fat.

Time had long since become an infinite loop, spiraling out of the young Sith's control. Whether it had been seven months or seven hours since he was forced into a meditative coma, it made no difference. Lacking the mental discipline to remain coherent during his trance Malakai could only rely on the auto-pilot and navicomputer to rest him from his fate.

The ship he used to escape Atrisia had long since run out of fuel. Forced from hyperspace it drifted lifelessly beyond the Rishi Maze, beginning to gravitate towards the planet of Kamino. Malakai himself rested in a stasis chamber in the rear of the ship, a parting gift from his fallen master. Through meditation his most grievous wounds were slowly healing, but even now if he was pulled from stasis his condition would still be fatal, unless quickly stabilized.

There was a deafening silence that was finally cut by the silent beeping of the navicomputer. The auto-pilot's metallic voice chiming in behind it as it grew in pitch.

"Alert: All flight systems compromised. Now beginning emergency landing procedure's for nearest planet."

The Ship's engine's flared momentarily, allowing the vessel's nose to veer towards Kamino, allowing it to slip into the pull of the planet's gravity. Once again the Auto-pilot chimed in.

"Identifying location......"

"Planet Identified as Kamino, System Identified as the Kamino System. Entering atmosphere, please secure all loose items and prepare for landing."

The Ship fired off it's engine's one final time before finally the full grip of Kamino's gravitational pull had swung it into the planet's atmosphere. Several metallic clamps were produced from the ship's floor to secure the Stasis Chamber in the rear of the ship.

As Malakai's ship flew towards the planet the Sith apprentice sat in a stoic silence, though slowly the scattered fragments of his mind were able to piece themselves together. As the ship broke through the planet's atmosphere and fired off towards the open sea that made up Kamino's surface another alarm rang through the vessel.

"Alert Alert Alert. Power failing. No longer capable of aquatic landing, prepare for crash landing on Kamino."

By the time the alert came through the vessel was but moments from the watery plane. Malakai's mind still too discombobulated to even form a thought. With nothing to be done the ship impacted into the water, causing a sizable wave to rise up while the ship's wings were torn from it's side. Water breached several parts of the ship and as it slowly came flooded with water it descended down into the planet's depths.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C’artyom and purge squadron were on patrol. The rain fell relentlessly and their cloaks flapped in the wind like torn battle flags. Not a peep was uttered on this solemn occasion. Their seemed to be very little to do other then watch the waves churn with the harsh wind. Patrol on Kamino was always relatively boring, but today would be unlike the others… The Chiss squadron made it about five more steps before a hurtling craft like a black meteor began to fall from the sky.

At first Desmond mistook it for something from the local wildlife, but it did not take long to recognize the sleek lines that only a ship could have. Des raced for the edge of the walkway and peered into the broiling sea for any sign of the derelict vessel. He spotted it scuttling beneath the waves and The Agent knew their was not much time left for whoever was aboard. The Chiss removed his Stealth cloak and dove into the murky depths of the sea below.

The water was cold, as if a thousand needles stabbed at his entire body. The waves attempted to wrestle him to a final resting place, but his cybernetic enhancements fought harder. His wide strokes covered the distance to where the craft had been, but only a fine streak of bubbles remained. The Chiss dove beneath the water and his cybernetic optics scanned the ship below. It hadn't fallen too far under and the Chiss reached it easily. He pried open the entry hatch and water began to enter the vessel at an accelerated rate.

Desmond’s optics scanned for life forms absorbing all the information they could until he finally found one. The man was in a comatose state within some sort of chamber. Des busted the chamber open and withdrew the man. He threw Malakai over his shoulders and fought against the torrents of water that entered the craft. They made it to the exit and Des kicked to the surface. They breached the icy water and found a lambda class ship waiting at the top. Des boarded the vessel and dragged Malakai after him.

The Chiss performed CPR and once the comatose Sith had coughed up a gallon of water he checked the man’s pulse. As he turned the Sith over so he would not choke Des noticed the wounds the Sith had suffered. Desmond walked to a nearby wall comm “We need to take him to medical immediately,”. Two flight officers and a corpsman checked Malakai over and rubbed bacta on his wounds. But, it soon became apparent there was only so much they could do for the man. They put smelling salts beneath his nose in an attempt to wake him.

[member="Darth Malakai"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

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The Emperor sat, silently meditating in a secluded chamber. His breathing was deep and slow as the Force surrounded him, the lightsaber he had built what seemed like an eternity ago floated freely around him with the adegan crystal within calming the man. Images flashed within his closed eyes, images of Imperial prosperity in the near future suddenly changed into something closer to the present. A ship falling into a stormy ocean, Kamino's ocean perhaps, a figure suspended in a stasis underwater until another figure appeared and dragged him out of it. A brief light and he was inside the hold of a shuttle, he saw the latter over the sleeping man; it was his Hand.

Graf's eyes opened while he stood up in one motion an approached the holoprojector in the room, pressing a switch it hummed to life. The Emperor in hologram form would then appear inside the shuttle for Agent C'artyom to see.

"Bring the comatose one to me, he is strong in the Force. I have foreseen it." Was all the regal man said before disappearing. The Emperor always saw what the Force wished him to see.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Baron Morcus"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Malakai's unconscious form gave way to life as the Chiss performed CPR on him. His eyes shot open, the pain from his previous battle still fresh on him. Lightsaber wounds riddled his body, as well as a rather nasty blaster bolt scar on the back of his shoulder. Though most of the wounds inflicted by the lightsaber had begun a decent healing process he was still in a damning condition. It was not until the corpsmen began to apply bacta to him that his pain began to slowly settle. It took a few moments but in time Malakai's sense returned to him, his mind yet in the previous battle. "Jedi!" He yelled, his fists clenching tight as they braced against the floor he laid on.

The man's injuries got the best of him, forcing his tense body to settle as his eyes fell to the soldiers who tended to him. "Who...are you? Where am I?" The man coughed, struggling to push himself to a sitting position. He felt a hand forcing bacta onto the wound on his back shoulder, causing him to wince. "Where is my Mas-" Dead. The young Sith's memories returned to him in full and he recalled the death of his master on that cursed world of Atrisia.

The knowledge brought the man to a stoic silence, yet it did nothing for his curiosity that was yet piqued. He exhaled, drawing on the Dark Side and dipping his hand into the twisting nether that was the Force. "I sense..." The man trailed off as he once again went silent, allowing those who treated him to continue to do so. His eyes fell on the Chiss, [member="Desmond C'artyom"], with a dark condemning demeanor.

 

[Taa Nul]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vez6Tw3p3uE​

It was a usual day on Kamino. The Kaminoans and their Imperial assistants were hard at work in the labs and training facilities, working to continue to perfect their cloning techniques and ensure the constant production of more cloned troops for the Remnant's military. Things suddenly took an interesting turn, however. A ripple in the force. Attending to matters of his own, Morcus had sensed the arrival of the ship falling from orbit. Departing from his chamber within the vast Kaminoan cloning complex the Emperor used as a temporary retreat, he made his way through the facility, eventually striding past the guards outside the Emperor's meditation chamber, who allowed him access, the Baron entered the room, kneeling before Graf and lowering his head. ''My lord...I assume you have felt what I have? We have a guest, it seems......'', he said politely, a smile forming on his lips.


[member="Darth Malakai"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wkp80PB4PkA[/media]​

Desmond watched disinterestedly as the medics performed their art in hopes of saving the man before them. But, it was not long before the plot thickened. The Holo table behind Desmond flickered to life and the form of the Emperor appeared. "Bring the comatose one to me, he is strong in the Force. I have foreseen it." He commanded in his gravitas voice. Desmond knelled low before the form of his Lord. "It shall be done your grace," Was all he said and the Emperor's form faded leaving darkness in its wake. Suddenly the Sithling resurrected from the brink of death "Jedi!" The man shouted and Desmond raced to his side. If the medics had killed the man there would be hell to pay for all involved.

Desmond lowered himself and once more checked the Sithling's pulse. Alive, but he seemed to be in shock. "Who...are you? Where am I?" Malakai asked as his senses seemed to come back to him. "You are on Kamino. I suspect you have been comatose for a long time..." The Chiss replied. It didn't take long for Desmond's cybernetic brain to locate the information it had stored on this particular human. Desmond thought he looked familiar and as the data raced across his optics he finally realized why. He was one of the Sith Desmond had fought alongside during Artisia. Whether the Sith recognized Desmond would be a whole different matter.

Regardless it was unimportant. The Sith's demeanor seemed to darken and the Chiss began to wish he had his side arm on him. It was always impossible to tell how Sith would react in these situations. "You are among friends here. You have been invited to meet with the Emperor himself. It would be wise if you obliged him," Des said calmly in his rich Imperial accent. As if on cue the ships comms buzzed and the pilot's voice rang over the intercoms "Commencing docking procedures now,"

A short minute later the ramp would once more give way to the rainy scenery of Kamino and the Chiss would Disembark from the Vessel. He beckoned for Malakai to join him and began the trek into the Emperor's inner sanctum. As the Chiss walked on, the wind would howl and lightning boomed across the sky. The rain felt like sharp needles on his bare skin and he wished for the cloak he had discarded to save the Sith. They approached the entrance and the doors parted automatically with a whoosh.

Inside the air was chilly and thin. Red lights illuminated the dark corridors forward and other doors petered off into more halls just as dark as the one they walked now. They approached another set of doors, but these were more grand than the ones before. Gilded in ancient ruins and covered in large red crystals that seemed to grow brighter as the living drew nearer. Desmond pushed hard on the door and it gave way to a fog shrouded room. In the Center sat the Emperor and to Desmond's surprise the Grand Inquisitor as well. Desmond would usher the Sithling in and as he entered the room he himself would kneel low to the Emperor.

[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Darth Malakai"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Kamino....what am I doing on Kamino? Malakai mused, confusion overtaking him as he stabilized himself.

Malakai's hand came over his head, a sizable headache starting to wash over him. No doubt an after effect from the stasis chamber he had spent so much time in. Malakai reached out for the Chiss who stood beside him, taking hold of his forearm. "Atrisia...What happened?! The last thing I remember....We were overrun, held in the temple. Our soldiers....." His eyes lingered on the Chiss for a moment before his face once again became contorted in confusion. "You were there..."

In the next moment Malakai's grip loosened and he went silent for another moment.

As revelation came to him Malakai tapped the Chiss on his forearm once again. "Take me to your Emperor....I have no intention of defying him on his own planet."

The rear ramp to the ship came open and Malakai forced himself to his feet, a gritted expression coming from him as he did such. Malakai pulled his tattered hood over his head, exhaling as he followed the Chiss down the ramp. As they stepped into the harsh rain Malakai glanced up to see the surrounding oceans. Kamino, home of some of the galaxies best cloners. Anyone holding this world had access to soldiers to serve their own purpose, soldiers meant influence, influence meant power. Perhaps Malakai had found an interesting place to awaken from his stasis after all.

As they moved through the halls Malakai glanced over to the Chiss leading him, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably as he did. "How long has it been since Atrisia?" He asked simply, curious to how much has changed in his absence.

However, he was not met with a response for they had already arrived at their destination. The door's were of some odd design, not entirely unlike an ancient Sith architecture. As they approached the door illuminated, covering the hall in a red hue. The Chiss officer opened the door, gesturing for Malakai to enter.

Hesitation washed over the young Sith, his eyes fell to his waist where once a lightsaber rested. Gone. He could not recall the fate of his weapon nor did it matter. In his condition he was little to no threat to anyone. Making his way inside he noticed two individuals in the room. In the center of the room sat in individual whom Malakai had never seen before. He exhaled, reaching out into the nether of the Force, trying to probe the man's mind. Nothing.

Rather than speak Malakai simply fell to a knee, though his eyes never left the two who stood before him.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"][member="Baron Morcus"][member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cuCBWWaX4A​

The Emperor slowly paced towards the unknown man; lightly probing his thoughts and memories as he did so. "It has been over a year since the catastrophes on Atrisia, the Sith were either killed or scattered after what overkill the Alliance deployed. You are here on Kamino, the capital of the Imperial Remnant. I am Tanomas Graf, Emperor of the Remnant." Graf explained, examining the one that his Hand had brought before him. Emperor Graf gave a small smile before lifting a hand at the man, a yellow glow emanating from it; The young Sith would feel a regenerative wave of Force energies pulsating across him, tending to his injuries of both mind and body.

"Such wasted potential, learning of only what the Dark Side of the Force has to offer from the Sith. But the Force allowed you to escape Atrisia intact, and I can give you another chance at greatness, to repay the insufferable Alliance and other 'do-gooders' with death and destruction; To become a true bane of any Jedi, or Knight of Ren. A man can have anything he wishes, if he is willing to sacrifice..." The Emperor assured, offering a hand to the Sith kneeling on the floor.

[member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

As the Emperor approached him he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise in an abrupt manner. Had fear gripped him so quickly? Not exactly....More caution that fear. As a feline prepared to strike his muscles tensed, if he was to meet death this day it would not be without a fight.

The Emperor parted with silence to engage the young Sith with words of Atrisia.

Scattered? Killed? How could we have been so open?! Malakai mused, his hand that rested on his knee clenched into a tight rist as he recalled the battle. The Emperor's introduction came with a gift, he felt the Force wash over him, empowering him and healing the wounds that riddled his body. Pain was replaced with relief and Malakai gave a silent, yet pleasant, exhale as he felt the effects of the Emperor's grace.

His mind, which had been still recovering from the damage a year in stasis could bring, was now finally clearing as a morning fog cleared for a replacing sun.

Malakai turned from his own prosperity to return his attention to the Emperor's words. He listened intently, his curiosity piqued as the man spoke of revenge against the Galactic Alliance and their trespasses against him and his people.

A hand was offered to Malakai and for a moment he simply stared at it before finally rising to stand in front of the Emperor. "I saw it all slip from our fingers." He started, his eyes held on the Emperor as he spoke. "My Master died, our allies died, and when it was time for The Sith Order to stand as one, cowardice and weakness overtook us." Malakai huffed, his eyes never leaving the Emperor as he spoke of the battle on Atrisia. "The Alliance, The Jedi, and all of the Sith who betrayed us on Atrisia. There must be revenge."

Malakai outstretched his hand, taking the Emperor's into his own as he continued. "I have no where else to go...The Imperial Remnant saved my life. So I will serve..." Malakai released his grip before returning to a knee, bowing his head in deference as he did. "Emperor."

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Baron Morcus"]

 

[Taa Nul]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItpYeadX-vk​

''And you are welcome amongst us.....you have made the right choice. The One Sith were flawed from the start. Their lack of unity and respect for the old ways of the Sith drove them into destruction. The force is not only light and dark, but a means to establish true order. The Remnant see this better than any other. It is why we have embraced both sides. The Imperial Knighthood wield the light in service to the Remnant on the battlefield, while my Inquisitorius wield the dark, and act to protect the Remnant from the shadows by any methods necessary. I can sense the power within you....'', Morcus said as he slowly walked around Malakai, examining him. ''....But you require training. If you would allow it, my liege, I would gladly take this one under my direct tutelage.'', the Grand Inquisitor said politely to his Emperor.

[member="Darth Malakai"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond stood from his kneel and watched as the Emperor approached the young man. He spoke of Artisia and revenge. It was much the same reason the Chiss had joined the Remnant. Vengeance on those who had beaten The Dominion that day. The alliance forces had swept their fleet aside like children's toys, The Sith lord's who so valiantly gave their lives that day, and finally the massive storm that threatened to envelop the world itself. It all came crashing back to Desmond. And with it, came his old hatred for those who had wronged him.

The emperor raised a hand and Des watched as a holy aura emanated from his hand. The Sith's wound seemed to heal before the special agent's very eyes and he once more fell to a knee. It was one thing to here second hand of things force users could do, but another to witness it personally. While Desmond had seen the force used in awful ways, he had never really seen it used to mend. The impact was truly awe striking and it once more reminded Des of why the Emperor was revered as a god.

The Sith pledged fealty to the Emperor and the filthy high Inquisitor chose this moment to bless them with his graces. Still despite Desmond's hate for the Inquisitors he found what Morcus had to say quite enlightened. The Sith was not wrong when he expressed his views of the Imperial Remnant and Des found what he said struck surprisingly close to home. The Inquisitor offered to train the Sith and Desmond wondered what would happen next. But, he had begun to feel he had overstayed his welcome and so he stood, offered a polite bow then left to resume his patrol.

[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Darth Malakai"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

"And revenge there will be, young one. Inquisitor Morcus, I will allow you to teach him but you will do so to the highest of his potential." The Emperor wished, moving his gaze from the man to Grand Inquisitor Morcus.

Out of the corner of his eye did he see Agent C'artyom leaving, and he gave a quick nod of approval his way. "If you will excuse me, I am to attend a meeting with the cloning minister." Graf said, moving towards the exit but turning around just before the doorway.

"I hope you find the Remnant much more...productive...than the Sith Order, Malakai." He mentioned, an all-knowing grin washing over his face as he disappeared into the bright corridor.

[member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Darth Malakai"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]