The Lost World: Rediscovering Vigho

[Kilrys Serccci]

The forest of Vigho were thick with large, sturdy trees. Kilrys raced through the branches, jumping from one to the next, his body twisting and moving in perfect sync as he swiftly moved through the forest. He landed on the ground, unsheathing his long sword from its wooden hilt. His eyes scanned around trained to seek out any threats, especially the feral beasts of his species. He felt his proboscises twitch in annoyance as he thought about the dangerous beasts and their undying hunger for his people.

Kilrys paused for a moment longer before he raced forward into the deep woods. There was a rumour of a Temple dedicated to old Assassin ways, older than most Vigho-Anzati remember nowadays. His ears twitched as he heard commotion in the distance to his left. He twisted around and slashed his blade. His form was skilled and well balanced, it was a similar attack to Form 4 but different enough that one unfamiliar with the lightsaber Forms would not recognise it.

The feral beast reared away and snarled at Kilrys. The beast was several inches larger than himself, muscular where he was slender in form and was hungrier than Kilrys had ever been. Clearly, this one hadn't feed on source in awhile, which made him anxious. They were more deadly when starved, as he could be, desperation made reckless but often deadlier attacks. Moving into attack position, Kilrys waited for a moment before the beast launched itself. His two hands gripped the hilt of the sword as he sliced across its face.

Kilrys then jumped back, kicking off a tree as he twists in the air, spinning around before he slashes across the feral beast's side. That move was the final hit in the fight as he walked over the dead beast. He cut a proboscis from the beast and added it to his collection. He then headed deeper into the forest, his eyes looked up at the sky as he was sure he heard something moving above the trees.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

If there was anything to know about the Zabrak, it was that he hated flying. And this was a prime reason why. Across the sky of Vigho his ship burned through the atmosphere, warnings blaring loudly in his ears. Krest was crash landing on a newly found planet, and he wasn't happy about it. He sat in his chair beside the droid pilot who was desperately trying to salvage the situation but to no avail.

The most the Sith could do is close his eyes and listen to the Force around him. Soon enough he would crash, but he needed to prepare himself. And then, they crashed. Through the trees his ship went, tearing it's wings off and eventually slamming into the ground. Krest remained in the pilot seat, his forehead bleeding from where he hit his forehead. A groan escaped his lips as he tried to clear his head.

No, this didn't go well.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

From the sky something came streaking down. Flames flicking off the strange object. It had be many thousands of years since a ship had been to Vigho, to see one was something none of the natives would recognise. However, Kilrys felt a pull, something within him wanting to see the object up close. He watched as it descended till there was a boom that echoed through the trees. He could sense that other beings were curious about the object too. Some scared, others excited, hungry. Kilrys knew that feral beasts would swarm the object fast and he had to be the first there. Other villages might try claiming it for themselves. He wanted the strange object, it had to be his.

He raced through the trees, weaving expertly as he kept his ears honed for any form of life that could be following him. It took several minutes to arrive at the crash site. A crater had formed with trees burnt and on fire. That mattered little to him, he moved forward carefully. His sword in his dominate hand, clenched tightly as he jumped into the crater. Kilrys touched the ship, cold to his hand, strange. He could not see a door or opening. Was it a box or chest? Did he require a key? Then he saw a window. Inside a strange red being. Injured from the look of it. Not dead, still breathing. Though he couldn't tell if the man was conscious, or if it was even a man. It looked male, like him.

Using the butt of his long hilt he smashed the glass. Roughly grabbing the being, he pulled them out and threw them onto the ground outside the crater. He jumped out himself and held the blade to their chest. What are you? Are you one of the Gods? His voice unnaturally deep, dark and rough. He rarely talked so to speak was not pleasant for him. However, this being was too interesting to not demand answers. Kilrys still kept his ears trained in case he heard any movement from the feral beasts but you were more likely to see one than hear them when they were stalking you. And by the time you saw one you would likely be dead.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest was still trying to recover when the glass suddenly shattered inward. Small cuts formed over his bare skin, electing a hiss from his lips as he tried to clear his head. Before he could however he was pulled from his chair and thrown. An audible grown escaped his lips as he landed on the ground, pain surging through him. As his head finally began to clear however he found himself in a less than enjoyable position. A stranger, [member="Kilrys Serccci"] , had a sword pointed to his chest. What's more, the man was speaking.

Not that he could hear the words very well over the ringing in his head.

He would remain on his back, letting his head fall against the ground again and letting out another groan. This one however wasn't as real as the last. As soon as the groan was finished his metal hand swiped out to knock the steel sword away. Anger surged through the Sith as his other hand came around to release a blast of the Force to knock his assailant off of him.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

The blast sent Kilrys flying back as he landed hard, the breath blew out of his lungs. He gasped for air before he stood up, his sword dropped by the alien being. They had used the Force on him. So they could use the Force. What was more drawing was the amount of 'source' that Kilrys could sense the being having. It was so much, so alluring. His proboscises slipped out of their pockets and wriggled in the air. He licked his lips. Perhaps he would feast on the being first, then find the answers he wanted.

A victory howl came through the trees. The feral Vigho-Anzati were on their way. Minutes away. He growled as his proboscises slipped back into their pockets. He had to wait until after they dealt with the beasts. He walked closer to the alien and used the Force to pull the sword back into his hand. He had minor training in the Force, most of his people did. He looked over the red being, there was blood seeping from the cuts on the being but that mattered little to him.

They are coming. Feral beasts, they will kill you unless you have a weapon to protect yourself. Kilrys coughed before he swung his long sword in a swift fluid motion.

He took a stance ready for combat. It was a similar position to one trained in Djem So but that combat form was not something he had learnt. His people were taught a barrage of combat techniques stolen from different lightsaber forms and things that Anzati taught themselves before the lightsaber existed. He waited for the being to prepare for the fight. There would be time to talk after.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A growl escaped the Zabrak's lips as he stared at [member="Kilrys Serccci"] , not once wanting to turn his back on the alien that had tried to subdue him. Yet even he could feel the coming group intent on devouring them both and turned his head to stare out to them. They weren't in sight yet, but they would be. There was a mechanical hiss as a compartment within Krest's metal thigh popped open, and a hilt of a lightsaber would fly out into his grasp.

A burning beam of red would erupt in Krest's hand as he stood ready, glaring out to the nearby trees. "When they are dealt with, you are next."

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

He watched as a lightsaber appeared, his eyes widened in wonder as he saw the red blade. He had never seen anything like it before, the crimson blade seemed mystical to him. He was now even more curious about the alien, perhaps enough to let the alien survive after killing the feral beasts. The beasts howled before they burst through the tree lines. Kilrys grabbed the hilt of his sword with two hands then swung the blade in a fast but long arch. He felt it slash deeply against one of the beasts. His bone claws on his left hand slashed out and sliced another. He could feel the presence of ten more beasts.

He twirled his blade sharply in the air as he slashed at more of the beasts. His rage fuelled his attacks as he snarled and growled at the feral beasts. He wanted them all to die, he growls deeply, his rage attacks left more devastating attacks. He slammed his sword into the skull of one of the beasts then ripped the throat of another. Blood coating his clothing as he viciously slaughtered the beasts. As he turned to face another beast, he felt one of the feral Vigho-Anzat clawing at his back. Hissing at the pain that racked his body. He flipped the sword backwards and pierced through the beast behind him.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A deep growl escaped the Sith again as the ferals came into sight. Anger flooded his mind as he stared out, and the grip on his saber tightened until his knuckles turned white. While [member="Kilrys Serccci"] struck out first, Krest remained still, his eyes darting around to each. Several came over, hissing at an unseen danger as their face tendrils reached out, testing the air. Animals always could sense unseen danger.

The first to attack jumped for the Zabrak's back at what would normally be an overwhelming speed. Yet as it was about to finish it's pounce the hum of a saber filled it's ears, and it's head was cleaved in two. It hadn't even seen Krest's movements, and died before it could. The others came then, throwing themselves at the Lord in a viscous assault. Such tactics would work on blaster or sword wielding foes, but the lightsaber would prove too much.

In a brutal dance Krest would step through the assault, the burning blade passing through each Anzat as if they were just air. In pieces the ferals that were foolish enough to jump for the Sith fell, but one was smart. One chose to circle around, using the deaths of it's 'allies' to cover it's advance from the shadows. It would leap out for the exposed back of the Zabrak, it's face tendrils out and ready for the feast.

Just before it would land however the metal hand of the Lord would catch it by the throat. It would squeal loudly, it's tendrils trying to rip into the arm that had it caught. But the arm was metal. A hate filled gaze of red was the last it saw as the metal hand crushed it's throat.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys used his rage to move faster and nearly match the speed of the feral beasts, his sword spinning in the air like a ballerina as he slashed at more foes. He was panting heavily, scratches covered his arms and his back but he had slaughtered all his foes. He stared at the alien and saw that not one of the beasts had landed a hit. Impossible. Not even the best Vigho-Anzat came away unscathed from so many beasts. Kilrys was among the top fighters and he still struggled with the lesser number he fought in comparison to the alien. He felt the anger pouring from the creature, an anger that matched his but burned brighter and deadlier. Kilrys fell to one knee in front of the alien, this being was someone to be honoured, he could not harm them. Even if he wanted to.

Teach me. Teach me your ways. His voice raw but pleading, he wanted to learn. He needed to become stronger than these beasts and his people didn't seem to have the skills this alien possessed.

He remained on his knees not wanting to anger the alien or upset him. His head lowered in respect. His wounds were bleeding but he did not care, none were too deep to scare him and most of the blood on him was not his. His sword was held out, showing his intention not to harm and if Krest so wished, he could inspect the sword. The hilt was made of wood from the trees natural to the planet, strong as most metals. The metal was forged during the old Empire days, his weapon was thousands of years old yet still sharp as the day it was made. It was nothing compared to the lightsaber and would not be able to use against one but it was something from his parents, his heritage.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Normally Krest would respond to the desperate plea of another to learn with a passive, almost uncaring demeanor. He was a teacher first, the only true thing he could claim as a mastery as a Sith. He was no battlemaster, no lorekeeper or even Assassin, just an old man who was good with a blade and knew how to show others. But here, after [member="Kilrys Serccci"] had ripped him out of the broken ship and tried to consume him, where ferals did much of the same, anger flooded the Zabrak's mind.

A hate filled gaze would fall upon Kilrys, red eyes narrowed. The Force itself screamed of danger, but the Sith would put away the deadly blade of his people. Instead, he would reach out to grasp the sword, staring over it. A decent weapon for a more primitive time. Its foundation would make an excellent Sith Sword. Anger began to leave the Zabrak as his eyes turned back to blue, and a sigh would escape his lips.

"I may train you, I may not. Help me get off this planet and prove your worth, and I shall."

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

He could sense the anger that poured from the Sith Lord, directed at him for his attempted attack. It did not bother him, the past was set and there was nothing he could do to change what happened. He looked at the crashed escape pod and tilted his head. One could assume that it was not able to fly off this world, however, Vigho was not a planet one could just simply fly off. Kilrys had never seen a ship that was flight worthy. Although there were rumours of such devices, however, rumours were based in dangerous places. From what he had seen, Kilrys figured that the alien could handle himself in such dangerous areas.

Only one place I know of that has a ship. Kilrys turned and pointed towards the ruins of the former capital city, Jakotya. Located within those ruins. It is half a day's walk. Problem is the ruins is infested with the feral beasts of my kind. Last scout reports close to 2,000 within the area we must reach. There is no other way off this planet. We do not have ships.

There were rumours of when they did have such technology but legends and rumours were all they had now. Signs pointed to an age where they were more civilised and lived not only on one planet but could spread out. However, most of their technology had been broken down and salvaged into scrap and used to construct new houses. Anything flyable would have to be deep in Jakotya. Deep within the feral beasts territory. Kilrys did not move to retrieve his blade, waiting to be given it back as he waited to see what the old man wanted to do.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Another annoyed growl escaped the Sith's lips as he listened to [member="Kilrys Serccci"] . A city filled with the ferals as the only place with a ship. With near two thousand. His red hand would rub his temple as he thought. No where else to go unfortunately, and what's worse he had no choice but to bring this man with him. Krest would toss the sword back to Serccci before pulling back out the silver hilt of his lightsaber.

"Lead the way."

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys caught the sword's hilt quickly. With a short twirl, he sheathed his sword before he headed off, leading the way. It was a long walk before they reached the final village on their way to the ruins. Kicagri Camp was the only camp that was made to be peaceful among all the villages, he headed into the village. It was a market day, selling of fruits, vegetables and various other foods were on offer. Little would be of interest to the Sith as their weapons and technology is backwards and very basic in use. Knowing this, Kilrys quickly wandered through the village, nodding his head occasionally to those that he meet.

After leaving Kicagri Camp, they arrived on the outskirts of Jakotya. The change of technology is quite obvious with no wooden structures and metal. Kilrys touched the old ruins as he pictured what was once part of a great Empire legacy. He turned to the Sith as he pointed the direction that they would be heading in. It is this way. We can wait till daylight, they are less act during daylight. His eyes squinted to the setting sun, knowing that they were heading into dangerous territory and the idea of facing them at their strongest, it would be risky.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

As they wandered through the market Krest's stomach growled of hunger. A frown formed on his face, something that was becoming quite common on this planet, and he spoke up to [member="Kilrys Serccci"] . "What payments do you accept on this world? We might as well enjoy some food before we leave to this death trap, no?" If daylight was a better time to strike, he would wait until high noon to do so. He had no intention of dying after all.

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys nodded his head and guided the Sith back to the village. It was sensible idea. The stalls were starting to close, even though there had never been an attack in the camp, few liked to be outdoors when it was dark. Sounds of the stalking beasts often were scary enough for many. Kilrys hated that they were prey on their own planet, he refused to allow himself to fear them but deep down he was terrified but he hated that fact too much to let it out. These monsters seemed to thrive off fear and he would not let them feed it from his body.

Blinking confused at the Sith, he wandered to a nearby stall and took the food that was there. When another Vigho-Anzat started to protest, he growled loudly and moved in close. Thrusting the hilt of his sword in the man's face. I pay for nothing! He roared, before returning to the Sith. Lowering his head, he offered the food to the man. Having killed so many feral beasts. I do not pay for food. Normally one pays with the proboscises of dead feral Vigho-Anzat. It is a method one uses to show their worth to the village. I have killed thirty in my lifetime, more than most have in several generations.

Kilrys then sat against a tree and closed his eyes, allowing a light rest before light struck in a few hours.

[member="Krest"]