The Forgotten One
Before the Battle of Drunckenwell
"You will never be a Sith Lord." An onyx black figure spoke as he melted out of the darkness. "Your kin will never accept you. And if you do take the title, they still will never accept you as one of them. No matter how far you travel, no matter how powerful you will become, no matter what you achieve. It will all be for nothing." As the figure spoke his armored gauntlet reach out as if to grab him. But Kentarch recoiled back, however he seemed helpless against the onyx figure. "You will spend your life travelling the fringes of the galaxy, alone and unnoticed. And in the end oblivion will take you. You will be swallowed by the darkness in storm of fire and steel."
Kentarch's eyes snapped open. For a moment there was shear panic, he heard the voice of Taxiarch as if from the void itself. As he looked around his bed chambers the Sith Lord came to the realization that it must have been nightmare. Some psychological trick his mind had summoned from stress, or too much of it. He shifted from the bed and its covers and moved across the room, rubbing his eyes as he walked. His body had a slight tremble, a slight hint of trauma caused by the innate fear for his nightmare. Moving into his luxury sized fresher, the Sith turn on the cold water and splashed it on his face to calm himself, his heart's beat felt as if it was slamming against his chest. From his forehead to his toes he was caked in sweat. It quickly came to Kentarch that the vision he had experienced had shook him to the core.
"STOP." He said, almost ordering himself. "It was no vision." His stared at himself in the mirror, but he had just naturally thought it to be one. "Just a nightmare." Or was it? Doubt crept in from the edges of his mind. Darth Kentarch defeated Darth Taxiarch over twenty years, and it was only now that his former master had came to haunt him. Why? and Why Now? He asked himself. Kentarch had to face the reality that what the Force itself had sent him was a warning of the future. And this nightmare was the manifestation of that warning. But Kentarch could not believe that, he was a Sith Lord. And the force served the Sith Lords, and it was his will and control of the force which would effect the outcome of events. It would never be the other way around.
You will never be a Sith Lord. His mind again hearing those words like a whisper. "Get out of my mind Taxiarch. You belong only in the past!" He balled his hand into a fist and smashed it into the mirror in front of him. It shattered, cracks forming like a spider web around the place of impact. His hand bled, and for a moment Kentarch watched the blood drip into the sink, he felt the agonizing his pain run through his arm. Finally his attention was cut to the sound of his droid coming into the room. "Master you appear wounded." The droid said coming around the corner. "I heard the sound of glass breaking." Then Kentarch cut in. "Get me some bandages and a bacta injector. Leave it on the counter and be quick about it." The droid rushed off to do as instructed, however it had provided some reprieve to the doubt that clouded his mind. Kentarch bandaged up his hand, then lit his lightsaber. His Icy blue lightsaber came to life with a snap-hiss. He moved his hand around to get a feel for the injury, seeing if he somehow messed up his hand, and if it would affect his grip. Yet while the injury had now provided a distraction. The doubt would soon return.
After The Battle of Drunkenwell
With the recovery effort in full swing, men and women everywhere had come to help rebuild the planet after the horrific battle. Workers, droids, even soldiers helped with the cleaning and reconstruction efforts. Massive amounts of steel and rubble had been loaded up into giant haulers that carried it out of the capital and urbanized areas. It was in the Suburbs of Il Avali that a small stir had been caused.
"Whats going on here!" A Protectorate officer shouted as he climbed to the top of large mound of rubble.
Several men had crowded around a mangled ship that had been revealed when large metal slab had been lifted up by one of the cranes. "We found something." One of the workers shouted back. The officer narrowed his eyes and looked at the ship. "I see, a heavily damaged star courier. It looks modified." The officer commented staring down at it. He slowly made his way down the rumble, taking care not to trip on any debris. "Its not just any ship sir, its a Sith infiltrator." one of the workers stated.
The officer stopped at those words. "How do you know that?" he asked. One of the workers pointed to the ship as he replied. "The foreman said his cousin was a smuggler in the New Territories, and had seen one like it in the Esstran sector." Another man, who looked like a medic, quickly commented to the worker's response. "Smuggling Sith artifacts, I heard nasty stories of people dying suddenly, or worse, like suffering from gruesome transformations that are disfiguring just by coming into contact with those things." The medic said. The officer glanced around at the other men then he ordered a few soldiers to secure the site.
"Where is the foreman now?" The officer asked. "Inside the ship, Sir." A worker replied. The officer almost lost it, a Sith ship had been compromised by a civilian. Just before he could say anything there was an internal pounding noise from the ship. Then a twisted hatch flipped open from the hull. The officer reached down for his pistol as everyone's attention was drawn back to the ship. There was brief and unconformable pause. "I FOUND ONE!" The foreman popped out of the hatch with a cylinder object in his hand. "A Lightsaber!" The workers cheered, cutting the tension, then rushed up to the ship. Even as the Protectorate soldiers barked for them to stand back, but it was obvious even the Protectorate soldiers were also interested in the prize. "Switch it on!" someone shouted. And sure enough an Icy Blue blade came to life with a snap-hiss in the foreman's hand.
Some time later they had found another lightsaber inside the ship. The officer had taken both, and got the workers back to doing their jobs.
"Captain Barnes?" The medic said approaching the tent that served as makeshift command post for the recovery effort. The officer turned to the medic. "What do you have?" The medic handed Barnes a manila folder with medical documents inside. "We found no bodies. But we have yet to find any bodies inside the main impact area of the shipyard itself. This is typical, organic matter is usually entirely destroyed in these situations." The medic said. "However we did find a large amount of blood. Several pints." The medic said pointing to a picture take of what was left of ship's floor, a huge splash of blood caked it. "We tested it. This is the interesting part, we got an ID to a missing person from Kuat. He was filed missing over forty years ago by his extended family. Apparently his parents were killed in a brutal murder, however the Republic investigators never found the kid so his relatives followed up the investigation with a missing person report. The name was Detlef Rainer Altman." The medic finished. "How odd is it he turns up after all these years later, in medical report in here of all places?"
"Odd indeed." Officer Barnes commented then looked at the Documents and the Lightsabers. "But whoever or whatever he was. He is dead and gone now."
"You will never be a Sith Lord." An onyx black figure spoke as he melted out of the darkness. "Your kin will never accept you. And if you do take the title, they still will never accept you as one of them. No matter how far you travel, no matter how powerful you will become, no matter what you achieve. It will all be for nothing." As the figure spoke his armored gauntlet reach out as if to grab him. But Kentarch recoiled back, however he seemed helpless against the onyx figure. "You will spend your life travelling the fringes of the galaxy, alone and unnoticed. And in the end oblivion will take you. You will be swallowed by the darkness in storm of fire and steel."
Kentarch's eyes snapped open. For a moment there was shear panic, he heard the voice of Taxiarch as if from the void itself. As he looked around his bed chambers the Sith Lord came to the realization that it must have been nightmare. Some psychological trick his mind had summoned from stress, or too much of it. He shifted from the bed and its covers and moved across the room, rubbing his eyes as he walked. His body had a slight tremble, a slight hint of trauma caused by the innate fear for his nightmare. Moving into his luxury sized fresher, the Sith turn on the cold water and splashed it on his face to calm himself, his heart's beat felt as if it was slamming against his chest. From his forehead to his toes he was caked in sweat. It quickly came to Kentarch that the vision he had experienced had shook him to the core.
"STOP." He said, almost ordering himself. "It was no vision." His stared at himself in the mirror, but he had just naturally thought it to be one. "Just a nightmare." Or was it? Doubt crept in from the edges of his mind. Darth Kentarch defeated Darth Taxiarch over twenty years, and it was only now that his former master had came to haunt him. Why? and Why Now? He asked himself. Kentarch had to face the reality that what the Force itself had sent him was a warning of the future. And this nightmare was the manifestation of that warning. But Kentarch could not believe that, he was a Sith Lord. And the force served the Sith Lords, and it was his will and control of the force which would effect the outcome of events. It would never be the other way around.
You will never be a Sith Lord. His mind again hearing those words like a whisper. "Get out of my mind Taxiarch. You belong only in the past!" He balled his hand into a fist and smashed it into the mirror in front of him. It shattered, cracks forming like a spider web around the place of impact. His hand bled, and for a moment Kentarch watched the blood drip into the sink, he felt the agonizing his pain run through his arm. Finally his attention was cut to the sound of his droid coming into the room. "Master you appear wounded." The droid said coming around the corner. "I heard the sound of glass breaking." Then Kentarch cut in. "Get me some bandages and a bacta injector. Leave it on the counter and be quick about it." The droid rushed off to do as instructed, however it had provided some reprieve to the doubt that clouded his mind. Kentarch bandaged up his hand, then lit his lightsaber. His Icy blue lightsaber came to life with a snap-hiss. He moved his hand around to get a feel for the injury, seeing if he somehow messed up his hand, and if it would affect his grip. Yet while the injury had now provided a distraction. The doubt would soon return.
After The Battle of Drunkenwell
With the recovery effort in full swing, men and women everywhere had come to help rebuild the planet after the horrific battle. Workers, droids, even soldiers helped with the cleaning and reconstruction efforts. Massive amounts of steel and rubble had been loaded up into giant haulers that carried it out of the capital and urbanized areas. It was in the Suburbs of Il Avali that a small stir had been caused.
"Whats going on here!" A Protectorate officer shouted as he climbed to the top of large mound of rubble.
Several men had crowded around a mangled ship that had been revealed when large metal slab had been lifted up by one of the cranes. "We found something." One of the workers shouted back. The officer narrowed his eyes and looked at the ship. "I see, a heavily damaged star courier. It looks modified." The officer commented staring down at it. He slowly made his way down the rumble, taking care not to trip on any debris. "Its not just any ship sir, its a Sith infiltrator." one of the workers stated.
The officer stopped at those words. "How do you know that?" he asked. One of the workers pointed to the ship as he replied. "The foreman said his cousin was a smuggler in the New Territories, and had seen one like it in the Esstran sector." Another man, who looked like a medic, quickly commented to the worker's response. "Smuggling Sith artifacts, I heard nasty stories of people dying suddenly, or worse, like suffering from gruesome transformations that are disfiguring just by coming into contact with those things." The medic said. The officer glanced around at the other men then he ordered a few soldiers to secure the site.
"Where is the foreman now?" The officer asked. "Inside the ship, Sir." A worker replied. The officer almost lost it, a Sith ship had been compromised by a civilian. Just before he could say anything there was an internal pounding noise from the ship. Then a twisted hatch flipped open from the hull. The officer reached down for his pistol as everyone's attention was drawn back to the ship. There was brief and unconformable pause. "I FOUND ONE!" The foreman popped out of the hatch with a cylinder object in his hand. "A Lightsaber!" The workers cheered, cutting the tension, then rushed up to the ship. Even as the Protectorate soldiers barked for them to stand back, but it was obvious even the Protectorate soldiers were also interested in the prize. "Switch it on!" someone shouted. And sure enough an Icy Blue blade came to life with a snap-hiss in the foreman's hand.
Some time later they had found another lightsaber inside the ship. The officer had taken both, and got the workers back to doing their jobs.
"Captain Barnes?" The medic said approaching the tent that served as makeshift command post for the recovery effort. The officer turned to the medic. "What do you have?" The medic handed Barnes a manila folder with medical documents inside. "We found no bodies. But we have yet to find any bodies inside the main impact area of the shipyard itself. This is typical, organic matter is usually entirely destroyed in these situations." The medic said. "However we did find a large amount of blood. Several pints." The medic said pointing to a picture take of what was left of ship's floor, a huge splash of blood caked it. "We tested it. This is the interesting part, we got an ID to a missing person from Kuat. He was filed missing over forty years ago by his extended family. Apparently his parents were killed in a brutal murder, however the Republic investigators never found the kid so his relatives followed up the investigation with a missing person report. The name was Detlef Rainer Altman." The medic finished. "How odd is it he turns up after all these years later, in medical report in here of all places?"
"Odd indeed." Officer Barnes commented then looked at the Documents and the Lightsabers. "But whoever or whatever he was. He is dead and gone now."
