Reborn

[GhostOfProtocol]

Death was cold, death wasn't painful. Yet he lay, shaking. Mind unable to focus, eyes not quite open. Where was he?, why was he there? The million dollar question, who was he? He'd opened his eyes once in the week that had passed since the fateful day. He'd seen a medical bay and then passed out once more, but all those questions continued to pass through his mind.

He jarred awake.

A week after the incident, his body jarred upright. A spike of pain passed through his body, he was confused. Lost, not sure what was going on. He didn't remember, he forgot everything. Something had happened to him, he couldn't remember a thing he'd done in his life. His name, age, date of birth. They were all gone, all lost in some sort of vault out the way.

He didn't know what to do.

[member="Lord Mythos"]
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Mythos]

Jardo would find himself under the care of the specialized medical droids of Atrisia, they had been taking care of him for the large part of the last week. Interestingly enough the droids had reported damage to the frontal lobe of the brain yet they could not medically explain why there was an anomaly. To add even more intrigue, Mythos had personally been overseeing the procedures and medical operations that needed to be done, he gave specific instructions to the staff to handle the subject with great care, sparing no expense to keep him alive.

Mythos walked in to the chambers of his 'guest', nodding to the droids signaling the end of their work. Secretly he feared his mentalist abilities were insufficient, rightfully so, [member="Sage Bane"] outclassed him by lightyears in the realm of magic and mentalism yet this time it appared to have worked contrary to what he believed.

"That was a nasty fall you took" Mythos said, constructing a lie that would explain his loss of memory. "You are lucky my medical team could get to you in time, i feared the damage to be irreversible" Mythos handed the man a lit deathstick packed with Endorian herbs that would ease pain and relax muscles. But not before taking a drag himself and coughing at the potency of the herbs.

"My name is Lord Mythos, King of Atrisia and Will of his majesty the Emperor of the One Sith" He smiled and shook his head. "And you are one lucky motherkarker, protocol droids calculated your odds of survival at three hundred twenty billion six hundred and thirty three to one. " Hemade a very long number that would sound imposing. "What your name stranger? How did you end up at the bottom of Kai Ravine?"

His question also came with the summons of his slave, [member="Nyx"], who now would help out in such transgressions as injuries and general clean up, her rebellious nature could now be a bit buffered thanks to the aid of handmaidens.

[member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"I...I don't quite know..."

He looked up lightly, Lord Mythos stood over him. Taking the deathstick, he nodded. If he'd ever done a deathstick, he didn't remember. Instead, he chose to follow the lead of Mr Mythos, taking a drag of the stick. "I can't remember. Mos..I can't remember my name, age... everything." he muttered, staring down at his hands. His fingertip's were charred, but why he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember, it annoyed him. He hated it, he needed to be able to remember. He might of been doing something important, or doing more drugs.

That would explain it.

"I don't know what happened, most of my mind is fuzzy. I had a weapon, I know that much. Where is it?"

A few select memories were fuzzy, floating in his brain. He remembered his weapon, a shaft of metal that spat out a crimson beam. He didn't know what it was, but he remembered it. That weapon was his tie, his only tie to the rest of his life. He took another drag of the deathstick, looking around. He lay back, looking around.

Confused, but not beaten.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Nyx]

When the handmaidens arrived with [member="Lord Mythos"]'s summons, Nyx was doing her usual routine. She had her hands on the chandelier in her quarters, and used her upper body strength to pull herself up, over and over. Rest assured, she was getting out of here, and that meant making sure her body was ready for it.​

The women came in and Nyx cut them off before they could speak.​

"Yeah, yeah, the master wants me, I know. Why else would you be here?"​

She let go of the chandelier, her feet impacting on the floor with a grunt. Her pale blue eyes stared at the women.​

"What are we waiting for?"​

​

They led her to another room, where she heard Mythos and someone else talking, someone that sounded familiar. That voice. . . could it be?​

She looked in the room, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.​

[member="Jardo Snow"] sat in the room, smoking a deathstick. Her childhood ally, here?​

What did Mythos do to him?!​

She simply stood there, not believing what she was seeing, unable to speak.​

 

[Mythos]

Mythos nodded and smiled to his slave as she entered then turning to his former opponent, struck with amnesia he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry son, we will get everything sorted out, in the mean time i'd like you to meet [member="Nyx"], she will take care of you while you get your bearings back and maybe some of that memory loss returned. " His words came calm and filled with concern, a natural trait he had developed. "In the mean time,since i do not know your real name i have to have something to call you by."

He pondered a possible name, simple and easy to remember that would stick. "I'll call you Colt, easy to remember" The name of the original captain of the Sentinels. [member="Rex Power Colt"]. Inspired the choice.

"Your lightsaber is with me, you are not capable of handling a weapon in your state, when you recover i shall hand them over, until then rest assured they are safe in my belt" Mythos said, opening his cloak to reveal the four lightsabers in his possession.

[member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Sorry I haven't been replying. Been busy being massively ill and stuff. Sorry

"I'd like you to meet Nyx"

He nodded. Nyx was a handmaiden, almost a slave he guessed. Mythos seemed like the fellow who would keep slaves for his personal use. He eyed her lightly, watching her move. She almost seemed shocked by someone in the room, he wasn't sure who. Perhaps Lord Mythos was a slightly strict slave owner, perhaps he used her to practice some sort of shooting. He wasn't sure, it seemed like something Mythos would do, perhaps something he should try.

"I'll call you Colt"

Colt, a name easy to remember. A name he could identify with. He liked it, it suited him. Colt, a name he could use. He nodded, smirking lightly, taking yet another drag of the deathstick. Perhaps he was getting slightly addicted, but it was a good thing to get addicted too, it made sense. Deathsticks were relaxing, easy to get.

He sat up, nodding.

"Nyx, would you lead the way to my room?"

[member="Lord Mythos"]
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

She heard [member="Lord Mythos"], but didn't really hear him.​

She studied [member="Jardo Snow"], her pale blue eyes running up and down him. He didn't seem to recognize her, or if he did, he was doing a good job of hiding it. There was no flash of recognition in his eyes when he looked upon her.
Nyx wanted nothing more than to run across the room and throw herself into his arms, and burst into tears. Seeing a familiar face, especially his, gave her a spark of hope that simply didn't exist before. But she restrained herself, fixing her face into one of passive acceptance.​

"Of course, Master Colt. If Master Mythos is done with you, I will lead you to your quarters."​

She glanced at her Master, wondering if he would leave them alone.​

With him at her side, Nyx knew she could get through this.
​

 

[Mythos]

Mythos smiled and nodded at the reunion between his two subordinates, a wicked smile born out of the desire to see his minions rise to individual power to ultimately serve him. "I can see you lovebirds have hit it off nicely, yes Nyx i am currently done with Colt, see if you can bring some of his memory back if you can... I will be in the arena... i have some training to get to."

With that Lord Mythos made his exit,cape flowing behind him and the Jar'Kain ever far from his sight shadow. In his mind rushing memories of his past flushed to reality. The memory of Fantana and his visit to Sarvchi, when in solitude he still thought of her, red blazing eyes and blue skin the likes of which he had never seen... yet he could't have her...

He sighed as he made his way from the turbolift to the arena, a long walk filled with nothing but empty corridors... and her memory.

[member="Nyx"] [member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[Nyx]

Without waiting for much, Nyx led [member="Jardo Snow"] through the corrdiors, knowing there were cameras everywhere. She avoided looking at him, resisting the urge to bombard him with a thousand questions. Several minutes later, Nyx came to the quarters, ushering him inside.
As the doors closed, she finally couldn't resist anymore.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" She hissed. "How did he get you? Why did you come?"
Her pale blue eyes pierced his, fraught with several emotions.
"Please. . . I. . . It's good to see you."
And that was true. Never had Nyx been happier to see someone in her life more than now.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He stood back as Nyx full on bombarded him with questions. She of all people should of known that he had no way of answering them, he didn't remember anything she was asking him. He shook his head lightly, sitting in a small chair in the corner of the room. He shook his head once more, a look of sadness across his face lightly. He looked up at Nyx, sighing.

"I don't know who you are, why I'm here or anything. He saved me from probable death, so I have been told. Whoever you are, I don't know. I don't even know my own name for gods sakes. I go by the name Colt, the name I expect to go by. I will find who did this to me, and they will die. And for your acts of kindness towards me, I will eventually negotiate with Lord Mythos for your freedom. I may not remember much, but slavery is one of the things I hate.

[member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

She was silent as it sunk in.
[member="Jardo Snow"] didn't remember her, couldn't remember her, and with how her luck was going, would never remember her. Life just wasn't karking fair, she decided. What had she done to deserve this? Any of this? Was she that bad of a person? Had she done that many harrowing things in her short lifetime to inspire whatever power that controlled everything to curse her like this? She sighed as her eyes teared up for a moment, before shaking it off and slumping against the wall.
"I guess I should have expected it. Even now, with you here, I'm alone."
She hung her head, spirit defeated. She guessed none of it really mattered. Even if she escaped, where the hell was she supposed to go? The Sith would find her, and drag her back.
She was trapped, and it had just sunk in for her.