Public To forge an Inquisitor

[Tarrik Kestis]

Nur


It had only been a few months since being broken out of prison by Vaulkhar his new Lord and Master. Now he had been sent since his prison break on Mandalore, to the obscure world of Nur. There it was said to have lied an underwater ruin known as Fortress Inquisitorious. Perhaps it had led clues to what lurked within its walls. He had been given the location as a means to build himself up as an Inquisitor of the NIO. He would need the tools needed, perhaps Inquisitors have left clues to the past he would need. Such as building a new lightsaber. There must have been some materials in there or that. Designs for armor he could use. As resources from the past Imperials have been useful in providing the ideas that Tarrik needed.

Given a simple TIE Scout. A TIE with an added hyperdrive. He was close as to not get detected entering the Mustafar system. Making sure he wasn't followed. He entered into the world seeing nothing but vast large bodies of water. He saw what looked to be an eroded tower that had stuck out. Crashing waves had impacted it's surface it was a surprise that it had even lasted long. It might have looked intimidating once by now it looked like a ruin being slowly taken back by nature itself.

Landing his TIE on the shaky surface. He realized as he gazed down at the troublesome oceans below. Realizing the only way he was getting in was through underwater. He shook his head and jumped in the water. Barely able to dive in thanks to the waves themselves. Holding his breath through the Force. Holding as much in as long as he could. He was not meant to go deep diving until he saw the likes of a dimly lit facility. The lights looked red at the very least. He could barely take a look at what was on the inside. Moving his arms so he could swim faster feeling his hold on his breath not last very long. He swam up to at least find a pocket of air through a small opening that took him to the outer parts of the facility.

Rising up, he could feel the force swirl in a current. As if he could feel the very essence of the dark side swirl through it's very halls. Losing him in a trance. With nothing on him but his rags. He ventured forth to see what he could find. What the force had in store for him within such a place.

 

[Ladybug]

Standing astride the bow of the 'borrowed' aqua skimmer with macrobinoculars in hand, the young Sith scanned the area above where the ancient underwater structure resided meticulously. Currently, there was nothing visible above the water; but underwater was a different kingdom all together. Shutting down the small hand held device, she lurched back into her aquatic vehicle, slowly moving toward the coordinates that continuously to beep rapidly as she grew closer to her watery destination.

While she drew closer and closer, her mind continuously replayed why she was here, or rather why she had been sent. The one she would one day call Master had dispatched her to Nur, in particular the Fortress Inquisitorius, to scour the downtrodden structure. Whatever she found, she was allowed to keep. The main objective, naturally, was nothing short of a test. The Sith craved power and strength, and for one to earn the mantle of Sith; one must learn to achieve and hold such ideologies as one may hold the key to the universe. In spite of this outing being shrouded under the guise of a test, Mikilanna yearned for the opportunity to not only succeed and prove herself worthy to the Sith Lord, but have this time accolated to do some research and historical investigating.

Drawing the watercraft to a standstill and disengaging herself from the ship's control center just above the hidden artifact, the young girl donned the rebreather and dove into the cold, chilling water. It took several drawn out minutes to reach an opening that seemed favorable to her. This was not her first expedition into ruins, knowing quite well ruins not only held lost secrets, but dangers both designed and otherwise. Putting away the breathing apparatus and shaking as much of the water residue from her person as possible, she felt two sensations course through her body. The first, as all explorers swooned for, was the feeling of the hunt. The second, radiating from the Force itself, was the uncanny, unnatural but always welcoming feeling of the dark side. This structure was seeped in pain, suffering, misery, and death itself. The dark side ruled supreme feeding off those feelings.

Igniting her crude, poorly constructed training lightsaber, she cast a small encompassing light around herself pushing back the shroud of darkness that haunted the silent, eerie hallways. Without a map, which held no sway of disappointment for her, she began to move through the cold, creaking structure looking for the first room to explore. Perhaps, maybe even, there was something worthy of claiming here; but she cast much doubt on such grandeur treasures. This was a test after all; one of survival.


Tarrik Kestis

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Nur
Inquisitor Headquarters
Section: Medical
Arc: Lost Refugee

There was a small cry of pain that echoed through the medical room and possibly through the halls of the once famed hall. The Force would open the portal it had made for the Sullustan and quickly with violent tendencies, thrown him downward onto the hard durasteel floors below him. There was a deafening silence for the Sullustan as he coughed rather harshly, feeling the effects of the recent beat down and destruction upon his body and soul. He had possibly the worst day of his life with his mind feeling addled and shook around. The Sullustan could hardly believe what had happened but at the same time, the pain kept nagging at him. The body was not what hurt the most...it was his soul, it had been ripped asunder again, his heart dead to what had occurred. The medical room he was in was in his mind, one of the only safe havens he knew of. While he never personally was able to stay longer than hours at a time, it was a place he explored when he first...explored his powers. Finding this place, he had touched it up and made sure it was one of the few hideouts he could rely on if it ever came to such a case. Sadly...it most likely be his tomb as well.

Feeling his ribs having been broken, he slowly got up as he coughed violently, dry though with no blood coming out. Sitting up and then very slowly standing against the wall, he would slowly walk on over towards the sink with its intact mirror. That was a pain to put in, being able to get in such a tight area without breaking it...but he was successful, before learning so many secrets of the Force. As he looked upon himself, he slowly craned to looked at the left side of his face as he twisted his body. The prosthetic he used for his left arm, had been destroyed. Cut almost right at the base of his shoulder, no longer there to assist nor help him. However as he trailed up his own body, feeling with his right hand, he could feel the cut flesh that had partly peeled off his own face...and with it, the left eyeball he had no longer existing. Pushing the flesh on his face back a bit, he would focus on the Force yet he could not find himself being calm, nor could he calm down. Instead, he focused on that raw pain, the anger he had felt as he felt it string, that blistering pain as the skin started to draw itself back together till it was finally no longer bleeding and part of his face, falling off.

Looking down at his old ragged robes, he would strip off the top half as he was a bit muscular for a Sullustan. Sadly, it would almost never look like it as scars of blaster bolts, lightsaber strikes and stab wounds were all over his body, almost like an art piece. Worse, several new cuts were added along with two pieces of shrapnel that had penetrated into his stomach area. Very carefully with some movement, he would get himself on one of the nearby metal beds and lay on it, pulling the side of the bed to reveal several bandages and bacta kits. While some had expired, they still had enough property to be useful. Grabbing the shrapnel pieces with his right hand wrapped in cloth, he would focus on the Force while also pulling it out to heal himself, even if it meant indescribable pain, one which even he had to scream out loud as it echoed throughout. It was a painful cry but somewhat with an emotional sorrow feel to it.

In the Force, the Sullustan himself was somewhat of a unique person. His force signature was blatant, almost like a beacon in a sense unless he covered himself. Here, he decided not to and due to it, could easily be found by simply tracing where he could be in the Force. All the while, the areas nearby had power and could easily be accessed into. The Sullustan himself had no weaponry of any kind, not even his stone knife he usually had in his left glove for it was now gone. No lightsabers, not blasters...no nothing. A one armed, one eyed powerful force user. The gaping hole almost into his own skull would soon be unnerving but for now, he did not see it himself and instead, focused on his own wounds, no matter how painful or how long, it would take.


Tarrik Kestis
Ladybug

 

[Vaulkhar]

Memories surrounded the silent entity working through the halls of a ruined fortress. Being named the Executor of the New Imperial Order came with high expectations. Vaulkhar couldn't say he particularly cared about the military matters Tavlar and many others within the Order proved proficient at handling. His entire life was dedicated to the mastery of the lightsaber and using it to obliterate the enemies of the Sith Empire. With his shift of ideals in recent years, other elements of power required his attention. His goal to lay the Jedi and Sith low required a force of warriors capable of overwhelming champions of the light and shadow. One man's power would not be enough. Looking back through history, Vaulkhar gazed on an entity many feared shortly after the Great Jedi Purge. Once known as Anakin Skywalker, the Sith Lord, who would later die bearing the title of Darth Vader, headed an organization capable of hunting and slaughtering the remaining Jedi after the fall of the Galactic Republic. The fallen Jedi's research led him to the moon of Nur, specifically to the ruined Fortress Inquisitorius.

Vaulkhar, formerly of the Zambrano Dynasty, sought out something that could make this journey to the planet worth it. It wasn't until a meek presence entered the planet's atmosphere and descended to the watery surface did he realize what had drawn him to the abandoned fortress. Only the force could see an opportunity for irony in something as ancient and long-forgotten as the ruined structure he now explored. He turned on his heel and strode back up the long corridor he only recently traversed. Reaching a set of crumbling stairs, Vaulkhar took each step with a renewed sense of purpose. At the top of the tower, he would await the arrival of his apprentice. When Tarrik proved himself and reached his master, Vaulkhar would accept him as a proper apprentice. If he failed? Well, he'd descend the tower, punish the former Jedi, and squash whatever bug foolishly interrupted the affairs to carefully pieced together by the great cosmic power.

The Executor strode out into the center of the room and closed his eyes. An inner rage Vaulkhar kept locked away, burned inside of him as he took hold of the force and bent it to his will. His sense expanded far beyond the norm, racing low through the tower to Tarrik's form. The wound in the force exuded an uncomfortable power at the peak of the monolithic tower, welcoming those below to ascend and reach him if they dared.

Tarrik Kestis | Ladybug | Jegy Sesara ​

 

[Tarrik Kestis]

Tarrick wandered the halls, as to which he himself could find a path towards. If his way wasn't blocked with submerged pathways. He usually had to double back around in order to go for a more troublesome route. Wandering along with the facility, he felt an odd aura. As if the structure had witnessed much suffering in a time when it was in use. Now the past energy had carried into the very being of the structure itself. It was exhilarating. It had even filled him with a sense of calm came from it, if not overwhelmed by the dread of his Master soon thereafter. After all, this was his test if he were to fail the consequences would be severe. He had even been afraid for his life at what he usually thought was inhuman. Behind the mask that he wore, he thought that there was no man... Only the void where life only clings to the shell of that armor, and between all that the fallen Jedi was not seeking to discover what happened should he fail... It wasn't an option.

His goal was to search where the Inquisitors had their gear. The tools he needed to build what he needed. Wandering around aimlessly, he soon came to the realization that he was not alone, besides that of his overseer. He soon sensed another dark presence. One perhaps as strong as he was, and he himself began to wonder if it was a Sith. Ever since knowing the plans for the soon coming war against the Sith Empire. Thoughts came to his mind, ones of concern, of fear, of anger. It now had started to be a race against the other. He felt his dark aura call out to the one that was also within the facility.

Wandering through the halls perhaps what seemed to be for hours. Tarrik was soon going tired of it, dead-end after dead end. It now turned into a nuisance. Soon leading to the likes of several chambers. One of the training dojos. It had reminded him of the training area. This one echoed pain, swift brutality compared to the peace and tranquil ones during his days on Lothal. Reaching out with the Force. He felt the call of Kyber crystals. As if it had called out to him. With his eyes closed. Letting out a breath, as he concentrated on it. The looming presence of Vaulkhar as if it was a crushing weight on his shoulders. Onward he went to where his destination lied, but not before taking what looked to be an electro staff of sorts from the training walls.

What lied on the path ahead would be marked with pain and strife. He was certain of that.

Ladybug Vaulkhar Jegy Sesara

 

[Ladybug]

Right hand firmly on her hip, the glowing stick out in front, Mikilanna stood in the threshold leading into a darkened room. Powering down her weapon, she turned to her species natural sense of night vision while taking the first step into the room. Through a quick assessment of the litter strewn about with reckless abandon, the clear deduction was that back in the prime of it's a day; this room was a stage-one detention chamber. Without delegating time to a search of the office, she knew straight away nothing would come to fruition. Turning to leave, a small cylinder object resting under a devastated desk captured her attention. Crouching down, she retrieved the dust covered entity, realizing this was one half a lightsaber hilt. Ruined beyond redemption, it gave her hope other similar objects laid tucked away. After all, many Jedi were once housed here.

Continuing further and deeper into the edifice, consciously aware of the creaking glass that tirelessly held back the water pressure from the outside, she felt a tremor in the Force. The feeling prompted an immediate halt. Mikilanna once studied Force Ghosts in the days she once called herself a Jedi, and with some many of the weakened fools perishing at the hands of Inquisitors, it would only be natural that they would haunt this establishment where the last visages of their lives flowed down the drains of despair. However, the tremor she felt was cold and dark and alive. Regardless, she was not alone.

With the knowledge of another among the ruins of the Inquisitors tucked firmly in her memory, she pushed even deeper inside with her mental guards up. There was much left to explore, and what she already discovered provided nothing of achievements. In essence, she was still empty handed.

As the passageway grew closer to it's end, to her surprise it led upward via a spiral staircase. In turn, the staircase led to a stylish antechamber with walls decorated in the fallen Galactic Empire's sigils and propaganda. The floor, once polished and gleaming to regulation codes, now doubled as a graveyard. Several bodies laid about, some bearing the old style armor of the Imperial Stormtrooper, some skeleton figures dressed in tattered and ruined Inquisitor outfits, and others simply unidentifiable due to centuries of decay. Once again, nothing of importance. Which was strangely odd, she thought. Here was a case of a battle, but no weapons. Not a single blaster or rifle. Not a single lightsaber hilt. There was, however, three corridors splintering off from this room.

All three possessed a musty disposition. A choice was to be made. Did she risk using the Force to aid her and risk acting as a beacon to the other, or did she simply choose and go. After some deliberation, she opted for the latter. So of the three openings, she chose the one less offensive to her sense of smell.


Tarrik Kestis Jegy Sesara Vaulkhar

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Pulling the last piece of shrapnel out, he let out a very loud yell of pain as it clattered now harmlessly onto the ground. The healing of the Dark Side has proven its worth, even though he preferred the light sides over this. The wound would now have closed up as he pants rather loudly, laying on the operating table as he kept his eyes closed. Maybe if he just rest....his mind could calm down. Right now though, it was an inferno of anger, hatred and sorrow all mixed into one. He kept it at bay though, he refused to let it out a second time in twenty-four hours but...the damn Jedi. The Byrn....he then felt it, a powerful user in the Force that was close by as his eyes shot wide open. It was a sense in the Force....one of the Dark Side. He knew this place well but this presence....was new. He could not detect the other two but the one far up on the top...not only could he feel, but understand.

Suddenly now, the Sullustan had a mission to accomplish, to do...but his own side of the Force echoed in his mind. Not only had he been thrown literally under the bus by most, if not all the people but been abandoned time and time again. Slowly lifting himself off of the operating table with one arm, he groaned very loudly as he felt two of his ribs were broken on the right side. He gave a small wheeze and cough as he grabbed a bundle of bacta bandages, slowly starting to wrap them around his body. It would take several minutes as he practically bandaged his entire chest area before cutting and tying it off, being thankful he was not injured in the legs for once. Taking a small pouch of medical items such as blood medication, pain relief and so forth, he would attach it to his belt loop and leave the top half of his robes behind, already ruined and stained with blood of not just his own, but others.

"I got to get to the armory...I need a weapon."

The Sullustan spoke to himself, almost falling the moment he stood straight up but caught himself on the table as he stood straight up and grabbed a small syringe into his pouch. Pulling it out, he would carefully jab it into the right of his neck and press downward to put in rather high grade pain killers. It would dull his senses lightly but at least he would be able to keep moving. Pulling it out, he would leave it on the table and put a small patch on his neck and with that thought, wrapped part of a bandage of his now gone eye socket to at least heal what damage was inflicted around it. Moving towards the door, his stagger would slowly become a walk as he noticed his perception was all goofed up, having to take it easy.

Getting to the door, he would pull on a lever that activated the override for the blast doors as they started to slowly open with several loud thunking noises before letting him out. The door would open from the center outward as he carefully walked outside into the more lightly lit hallway. Looking to the right and left, he would slowly start to walk down the hallway as he traced his steps. Go down a floor...turn to the left then go up that flight. In this place, it was a maze but it would only take a few minutes to get where he stashed a good majority of finds he had over the years. Getting to the access door, he would focus on the Force and pull a lever on the other side as the override was broken and it opened up. Walking inside, the lights would turn on as it showed several broken pieces of lightsabers, a collection of old blasters and a workbench he had constructed.

On the shelf above it were designs he had worked on while here, back ups he hoped he never had to use. Grabbing one of the far left of the three presented, it was rather crudely built but it would serve its purpose due to his state. Sitting in the rather dull looking chair, he would carefully lean the left side of his body on the table as he pulled a few tools to disassemble and clean the lightsaber shoto guard. Having to take it apart to ensure it had a proper battery and to clean off the lens of excess dust build up. On the right side of him however was a small shelf...with very few objects but it included a strange looking hat, two crystal colors of blue and yellow, and strangest of all, a scroll that was wrapped up tightly in a container with a seal over it, a rune inscribed in Sith. All the while though, he did not mind them as he focused on what was at hand...wondering if this is the last day, he will ever be alive.

Ladybug
Tarrik Kestis
Vaulkhar

 

[Tarrik Kestis]

Tarrik moved on deeper into the complex. Sensing the aura of his Master, it almost petrified the man when he felt it. It was as if the crushing gravity of his dark presence was making his legs stick to the floor. That it took an effort to move. Perhaps it was the petrifying fear that threatened to swallow him whole. This was a sickening feeling every time he was near the Executor of the New Order. Yet he as his loyal apprentice could not dare to give in to failure. Even as all he wore was ruined rags and carrying an electro staff covered in dust. He moved. He had learned well from his early lessons that fear was a useful trait. That the fear of him would motivate the First Brother to succeed It would be through his fear of failure and what would occur after.

Following along the hall his Master was located close to the kyber crystals. He could hear them sing a song, a song of pain and rage. One that resonated to the deepest parts of his soul. Walking along the halls of the underwater ruin. He could feel the dark presence of another, wondering if this would be part of his test. Part of what he must endure. The pain that would forge him into an Inquisitor. When you have already lost yourself to the dark side. Pain was easy, even if he feared what cruel fates his Master had prepared for him.

He gritted his teeth, sensing the Sith skulking about, wondering if he would be hunted. Hunted before he could construct his saber. Or better yet win through a trial of combat to forge his saber. A saber worthy of destroying both the Sith and the Jedi. The Sith and Jedi both specifically the Silver Jedi and the Sith Empire would die. All that would remain was the New Order.

After, wandering through the halls, navigating through certain dead ends, shortcuts and pathways. He finally reached a door where he could hear the Kyber Crystals sing. What lied inside was his goal. What he needed, and if he would face his enemy in combat so be it. Better that than to face an even worse fate than death.

Vaulkhar Ladybug Jegy Sesara

 

[Ladybug]

One door panel heavily damaged, the other resting slightly askew was the lone guardian resting at the long, twisting corridor's end. What, if any, treasure awaiting beyond was the mystery. Avoiding contact with the rusty, pointy edges that resembled jagged teeth dotting the maw of monstrous creature, Mikilanna sidled through the opening spilling into a room of historical circumstances. Several terminals were housed here, terminals with valuable information regarding the imprisoned Jedi, the Inquisitors themselves, codes, records of the fallen Galactic Empire, and more importantly a catalog of all possessions obtained from those processed and housed here. The only problem, the lack of power to brighten their worlds.

Investigating the room thoroughly, she unearthed a power box with several frayed wires hanging from the bottom each with a tiny spark almost naked to the blind eye. Looking around the room again, she noticed other frayed wires extending from the terminals. Putting two and two together, she went to work unifying each terminal wire to the proper assigned wire from the power box. Of all the terminals present, only one actually roared silently to life. But she only required one. Quickly she connected her personal datapad, Whistler XIII, and began downloading the countless numbers of files. In matter of seconds, her datapad collected the entire history of the ancient building. To ensure she alone possessed the precious information, she destroyed the lone power box.

Upon returning to the graveyard, she typed in a few key words in the search engine; smiling at the response. Taking another corridor that extended from the antechamber, she ran toward the far doors at the end, pushing them aside and stepping in with darkened delight. This room harbored two levels of stacked lockers, covering three of the four walls; the higher levels accessible by a sliding ladder attached to rails built around the lockers. Each locker had a flicker of life from it's own power source, and each locker had a code lock on them. As fate would favor her today, she had the codes to every single locker. However, there were only two lockers she needed, the rest where useless to her. But she had to hurry, the feeling of another was distant but closer than earlier.

Typing the code into the first locker, she stood back as it slowly opened revealing a historical artifact in her eyes. An Inquisitor's masked helmet. Outside of a collector's item to her, the piece of armor held no advantage. In comparison to the age she lived to that of the helmet's birth and use; it was sorely outdated. It was the other locker's wealth that she wanted. With the code inputted and acknowledged, the door opened to reveal the only two functioning lightsabers in the entire ancient ruin. Reaching in to the locker, she placed her hands on the hilts when through her ability of psychometry did she catch flashing glimpses of the hilts' history. What she required of the lightsabers wasn't the two crystals whose faint vibrations meant their time was fading to an end. No, she wanted to strip these two hilts for parts, converting and assimilating them into her lightsabers. As for the crystals, that was another mission or test for another day.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

Fixing a lightsaber with one hand was harder than most people probably wanted to admit. It had taken him quite a bit of time to just undo the battery with one arm and to clean the crystal...was almost a story in itself. He had to take it out and blow on it, using whatever he had nearby while holding it down with his elbow. The Sullustan would after a small amount of time would tip the lightsaber upslide down, putting it all back in. The Guard Shoto Lightsaber was a rather nice build. The other two on the shelf was a staff lightsaber that had a broken end that still needed repairing and the last one on the end...was painful to even look at.

The last one was a lightwhip, one he had given to an apprentice a long time ago...one that vanished one fine night after accidentally causing a crisis in town. The Sullustan...refused to look at it, it brought to many painful memories...it was even one he had taken from a Nightsister, the one that caused the injury that has lasted over eight hundred years. That phantom arm pain returned at the mere thought as he quickly went back to work, ignoring it. The lightwhip to him was cursed and at times, he wished it just vanish. Slowly the Sullustan finished his repair job, knowing that the lightwhip could be more helpful as it was in near perfect condition...but again, it was to painful to think.

Holding the now fixed and constructed Guard Shoto, he would hold it like a baton on his right arm outward. Spinning it a few times, he made sure it would keep in his grip as he flicked it forward quickly then back, repeating the process several times. Then he pulled back and ignited it, hearing a horrible SNAP HISS noise as it was grating loud. Being an early build of his, it was no surprise how violent it sounded and with its red hue, made him remember the old days. Walking out of the room, he would keep it ignited as his entire upper frame would be shone in red, turning as he used the Force to lockdown the room again, the blast doors closing as the battery seemed to be working still...though then again, he knew at some point it would fail.

While it would be wise to keep it deactivated, he decided against it. There was someone here in this tower...something from the Dark Side had made itself home here. He needed to know what it was...and if it was hostile. Looking to the right, he would start his slow walk through the dark hallways as the red hue of his guard shoto kept him illuminated. The Sullustan had issues walking around corners however, bumping into things on the left side of his body as he still just recently lost sight in that eye and needed to be careful of sudden movements on his left side. Turning his head to where it would be the center focus, he would start to climb a small set of stairs upward, not even attempting to hide his signature in the Force.

The Sullustan not once knew of the two, searching for their unique objectives. Though if they got close enough near him, they could possibly sense the Sullustan as he walked through the halls and up the tower. His soul was currently consumed of the Dark Sides malicious thoughts still and while, he could be friendly, that signature was not at all. Thankfully to them however, he was horrible at reading people in the Force, even after all of these years. He can feel though that one signature at the top and was focused enough to where he ignored any oddball ones nearby. This could perhaps...be used to their advantage if he did not look in their general direction.

Ladybug
Tarrik Kestis
Vaulkhar

 

[Ladybug]

With the lightsabers securely fashioned to her waist belt, the mask tucked away in a worn out satchel, and enough information downloaded to her datapad to give her hours of studying and research, the young Sith was prepared to leave the facility. Retracing her steps. she made it back to the corridor she first arrived through, dipping back into the opening and submerging into the cold, chilly water. In quick fashion, she arrived back to her watercraft firing it up and navigating it back to her 'borrowed' ship. Once aboard, she punched in the coordinates and off to home she went.

End post.

O.C.C. I had much fun writing with you peeps!