https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aUo8DxtsEtk
Location: First Order Invasion Force.
Allies: [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Jairdain"], First Order
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order
One Battle ends and yet another begins. Kyrel was no stranger to combat, for most of his life he had been Captain of the 212th Iron Squadron quelling pirate cells along the borders of First Order Space, then later he had served on the frontlines of the First Imperial Alliance War. Time and Time again he had proved his mettle over and over, facing death with each encounter and all the more still surviving and becoming stronger for it. He had risen from a Disciple with no Master to teach him, to a leading Knight of Ren to now he was one of three Masters of Ren within his order. As the Supreme Leader's Mailed Fist, he had seen many battles as an emissary for the Supreme Leader and ever since joining the Order had been glad to serve and fight for the Supreme Leader. Now yet again he was called into battle, Ossus was the target of choice, he knew this day would come since the Battle of Skor II and he grew excited by the prospect of killing Jedi. Whenever he had thought of Jedi and his encounters with them, it made his blood boil and his anger increased.
Why did his thoughts always lean towards hatred towards the Jedi when he thought of them, unlike him some Ren were rather cordial with Light Siders. As for Kyrel, it was a personal matter, it was a memory that he had to block out. Something that he had dared not to ever think of ever again. A lot of his old memories was something that he had wanted to forget, but this one that related to his hatred for the Jedi was something he had not blocked out. As Kyrel sat within his quarters his mind drifted back to such a memory.
Several Years Ago... Dosuun.
Kyrel had spent several weeks recovering from the Red Nebula outbreak. His armor despite being in it for almost a month was something he could never get used to. After being initiated into the Order of Ren, he decided to erase all records concerning Thomas Kyrel... As part of the Order of Ren, he had taken a new name. Kyrel Ren to show that his name belonged to that of a man who had died in the cold darkness of Space.. Kyrel was not the man he once was, he was kind, gentle, happy. That had all died, he was now more cold and distant compared to what he used to be.
He had come back to Dosuun to visit his parents, to inform them that he wasn't killed in action but in fact had survived his combat in the Unknown Regions. He walked, his armor heavy and made it seem like he was shifting to the ground with each step he took. He finally reached his home, a small cabin made of wood. It was on the outskirts of Avalonia, and as he looked out to the massive metropolis he had memories of his childhood flash in his mind, before the First Order emerged, Dosuun was a backwater world and the site of where Avalonia was, it was nothing more than a small town surrounded by dense forests and wildlife. He shook them away as he quietly opened the door. There he saw his Father Janos Kyrel looking at several books most likely to be put on sale in his shop, which to much to his surprise wondered why his Father never accepted the First Order's offers for a better building than the shack that he called a shop, which he had always insisted that he preferred something that he built with his own hands, then something alien given to him by the government.
When Janos looked up from his books and saw what was before him, his tired face looked at the mechanical monstrosity in shock, his mouth agape as he was a lost for words. Kyrel looked at him and saw a man roughly in his 50s and a skinny build with spectacles he looked more like a librarian than a shop owner, if he could he would tear up at the reunion with his Father, but started to speak. His voice a shadow of what it used to be as it came out through the vocabulator, his voice previously holding a mixture of the rough wild space accent of his Father and more of his Mother's elegant core world accent, it now was a harsh mechanical sound that displayed something inhuman when spoken, but he tried in his best attempts to speak softly as possible. "Father... It's good to see you again. I know the reports said I was dead, but I assure you I am alive and well... Well if you want to call this thing being well." Janos looked to his Son, unable of what to say as he placed a hand on Kyrel's armor. He started to speak his rough voice usually bringing comfort, but this time shaky with shock and relief. "It's good to see you, Thomas... I've missed you so much but all the more so glad to see you home. Your Mother and I were worried sick and especially her. She didn't take the news very well when we found out on the Holonet." Kyrel recoiled at the sound of his own name being called as he thought to himself. 'Father if you only knew who I am now. I am no longer the Son that left here long ago.'
Kyrel put his gloved hand on his Father's shoulder showing him at least some affection. It was what he could offer at least, he would maybe attempt to hug him but was worried that he would crush him, as he then spoke setting his arm down. "I know Father I was particularly worried for her as well, know where is Mother?" Janos blinked for a moment before he spoke and pointed down the hall. "She is in her room, of course, she had mostly kept herself busy with work and her machines. You know how she is. I think she would be very relieved by seeing you." Janos smiled and Kyrel began walking down the hall of cabin towards his Mother's workshop giving his Father a nod of thanks as Janos retreated back to his work, Kyrel walked down the halls seeing pictures of his childhood and his years before joining the First Imperial Academy, they had all looked so happy together, but noticed that now such times were perhaps over, and Kyrel would have to live with that. He approached the room where his Mother worked in, inside he saw monitors, bits and pieces of droids and other machinery and there he saw his Mother Miran Kyrel, a woman of her mid 40s her dark hair graying, but with an athletic build as if she keeps fit most of the time, she was working on a droid when she turned around. She looked at Kyrel for a moment with the same look Janos had earlier when looking at their son, but this time she had a look of fear mixed in as well, which Kyrel could notice as he stepped forward. He spoke his voice carrying no emotion through the vocabulator no matter how much he spoke. "Mother it's me... It's Thomas your son."
Miran took off her goggles as he stepped forward wondering why his Mother was acting this way. She spoke softly her Core World accent made her sound as if she was an angel. "You shouldn't have come back, Son. I missed you terribly and I was certain you were dead, but it's as I feared." Kyrel at this point was confused, why was he Mother acting this way. Why was she rejecting him like this... It started to hurt him deeply to go through such a cold welcoming. He stepped a bit closer and asked slowly. "Mother why are you acting like this?? Tell me why are you so afraid... Please tell me." Miran looked at him, keeping her head down as if she was hesitating but then began to speak. "I know it may not sound so easy Son, but remember the nightmares I had when you were growing up." She stopped for a moment as Kyrel gave a nod wanting to hear more as she spoke. "Those weren't ordinary Nightmares, they were visions." She gave a sigh as Kyrel wanted to know more and so spoke his voice cold and persistent. "Visions? How why? What aren't you telling me, Mother." Miran then spoke more to answer her son, her voice slightly shaky. "I am.... I was a Jedi." Miran paused unsure if Kyrel would say something, but when he said nothing, she went on. "I was once Miran Valek Jedi Knight of the Galactic Republic. I was a Jedi Shadow at the time it was my tasks to search and destroy all traces of the Dark Side, and I was also a Seer. At times I saw bits and pieces of the past and maybe of the Future, but I could never get much. When the Sith came out of hiding as the One Sith and launched their invasion of the Core Worlds, I was on Coruscant when the Sith attacked the temple I fled of course, and at the time I had thought that most of the Jedi were slain and so I went into hiding into Wild Space before my ship crash landed on Dosuun. There I met your Father, fell in love and had you. I swore that despite the dark times that plagued the Galaxy I would never wield a Saber again. Then when you were only a child I experienced visions once more. I saw an explosion, heard your screams, and then I saw dark warriors wielding red blades, saw planets and battles rage across the Galaxy and an all too familiar shape that brought dread and fear to every being. I know now that this is the start of it. "
Kyrel didn't know what to say, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions as he had heard his Mother speak, to know that she is or was a Jedi made his anger slowly rise, not to mention that she had lied to him for most of his life, or better yet had caused him to become what he is. He clenched his gloved hands into fists as he spoke, his baritone booming and his anger becoming apparent as his voice rose. "You.... You did this. You led me to become a Monster. You should have told me. Instead, you led me to my fate." He said stepping closer to her, as Miran backed away, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to look away, her voice on the edge of becoming a sob as she spoke. "Yes, I know. I should have told you sooner, and for that, I apologize as I am the one to blame, but there is another path for you to choose. To make this right." She said as she reached for a chest hidden behind a shelf and held it out to Kyrel opening it. Inside was a metallic hilt made of Durasteel with etchings engraved into it. Kyrel looked to her his anger slowly rising and threatening to boil over as she spoke hopefully. "This was my Saber when I was a Jedi. I want you to have it please my son. This path will only lead you to more pain, you will never know peace. Please, I beg of you take it and embrace another path. The Supreme Leader will only use you for your power, and once when you are no longer of use he will dispose of you. "
Kyrel stared at his Mother and the saber. He didn't know what to do as for a moment he wanted to give in if it means getting a better life, but then remembered his oath to the Supreme Leader, and realizing that she was the enemy he looked at her and replied without any hesitation. "No, he is wise and powerful. He knows what is best for me, and I doubt he would. You, on the other hand, are a traitor to his beliefs and a liar. Nothing you say can be trusted." He said his anger taking control of him and as if the force was guiding him he used the dark side and with his mind envisioned a hand squeezing her neck. Miran looked at Kyrel wide eyed as she dropped the chest, and the saber fell out, she grabbed her throat as she tried to speak but only got out a few words as her windpipe closed shut. "Thomas.... Please... Don't... I'm Sorry." But her pleas fell on deaf ears as he used the Force and within a moment her neck snapped and she fell to the ground, for a moment the dark side filled him with power he had never known as he felt the darkness swirl around him like a comforting blanket, and then he looked to his Mother his anger subsiding to realize what he had done. He dropped to the floor holding his mother's corpse pressing her face to his mask as he said, his voice hollow. "Mother.... Please... I didn't mean to. I am so sorry. Please come back." He realized the extent of what he had done, and if he could cry he would, but despite his begging nothing would bring her back, he held her there for a few minutes, before getting up, using the Force he pulled the saber to him and clipped it to his belt.
He walked down the hallway, he felt completely hollow as he approached his Father, Janos looked from his books to Kyrel who stood like a statue as he stared him down. Janos said worryingly. "Thomas where is your Mother I heard...." Before he could finish, Kyrel used his mother's blade with a snap hiss the green blade came out and with a clumsy slash cut Janos in two, he lowered the blade as he looked upon his Father's severed corpse as he said in a cold tone. "I am no longer known by that name. I am Kyrel Ren servant of the Supreme Leader and enforcer of his will. Do not forget that." He said as if the man was still alive. He deactivated the blade and clipped it to his belt, as he looked around. His home reminding him of his past which needed to be taken care of. He grabbed some materials and then within moments the place was ablaze. As his parent's corpses burned along with his home, he watched ready to head back to Virgillia and embrace the destiny his Mother had foreseen.
Present Day... Enroute to Ossus.
As Kyrel looked back upon that time of course at times he still felt guilty about his Mother's death and wondered if her spirit was the one tempting him to the light, but no matter he had chosen this path, and as her vision predicted he had fought in many battles, and became something to be feared, he indeed kept her saber as a reminder to her legacy but had not touched it in the years since that night. Perhaps the only one who knows of that night is his daughter but he can't say for certain. All he knew now was the wisdom of the Supreme Leader, crushing his enemies and the feeling of purpose the Order of Ren had brought him.
Now he had concerns about the battle they would be fighting. Lately, his daughter had never fought in a battle, and he had come to known a fallen Jedi known as Jairdain with whom he did not trust so far but would be a valuable asset when it came to the objective. Upon from what he had learned from Brother Castor, The Shadow Enclave had a source of archives that could be valuable for the Ren, and even to the Supreme Leader. It could house everything about the Jedi the Ren could use to destroy them, but not only that the tunnels going underneath the enclave connected to Aegis Base. His mission would be to shut the shield generator down so the Ground Forces can take the Base, his team consisted him, Jairdain and his daughter Varas. Varas had never seen combat and so he managed to give her Ren armor along with a helmet of her choice, and since she had not constructed her saber, he gave her his second Lightsaber which served him in the War against the Galactic Alliance. It would serve her just as well.
As the ship he was one was behind asteroids, he swore he felt the ship encounter some bumps that made him lose his train of thought, but he figured that it was only the Asteroids themselves, as he finished getting his armor on, he walked down the all in a purposeful stride assuming his team would be waiting on the shuttle. He made his way down ignoring everyone around him as he finally made it to the shuttle in the hangar bay, he took his seat in the pilot's chair as he waited for the mission to begin. The only things that worried him were the Knight of Ren [member="Zmej Ren"] as during the weeks since the training on Skye she had become disillusioned, and he could tell she had craved his position, even worse she had wanted to kill him. If she wanted to the battle would be the perfect opportunity to do so, so he would have to be wary just in case she ruins his mission with her delusions and her greed with wanting him gone. Not to mention the Jedi that they could encounter in the Enclave, he would not allow them to stop him and his team, but time would only tell if they will. He looked to each one as he waited for the ships to come out of cover and for the battle to begin, his blood boiling to kill Jedi and carry out the Supreme Leader's will.
