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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Feb 24, 2011 12:15:42 GMT -5
The Misplaced Trust descended from orbit, passing through a large dust-storm that had settled over this region of Korriban. Konstai dabbed at the wound on his left cheek, it oozed still, though he did not concern himself too much with infection.
That blasted whelp had caught him setting the device on Columnex, and before he could see to it he was silenced the Twi'lek youth had gone and told his master of what was occuring. Konstai was supprised to find though that the response was not one of armed thugs, but a single elderly Pau'an. Had Konstai turned to the force to assist him, he would have immediately known the danger; a fact he grumbled about even now; but he had not, and was quite inconvenienced when the Pau'an reached into his robe, extracted a dagger like object and hurled it at Konstai with the force.
The remainder of the fracas between the two he did not care to continue to think about, however he was particularly ammused att he way the broken Pau'an begged at the end. He had even gone so far as to offer his prized young charge to Konstai.
"Loathesome rubbish, how dare he! How dare he assume such filth!"
The offering of the Pau'an even now upset him. Most of the Sith, and nearly all of those in touch with the dark side, seemed to be engrossed in such unsavory behaviors. With all that was available to them, why were their pursuits so frightenly base? Konstai himself had begun to study the darkside as he would any other academia, and was quite amazed to find he could access it. It had first happened when he was working for those strange individuals that had employed him through a good portion of his youth. Programs of selective breeding and genetic manipulation. Then one day while working with some particularly recalistrant samples, he saw the problem of why they would not bond, and he fixed it. From that day forward, he research had become two fold, and his abilities with the force quickly grew.
As the ship touches down in the desolate wind scoured valley, Konstai can feel the Lords calling to him, tempting him, threatening him.
"Cortosis! I should have suspected. Blast him!"
Konstai rises unsteadily from his seat, and takes a bit of care guiding himself to his quarters where he retreives a scalpel, a set of forcips, and Aggani silk and a needle. He takes a seat before a mirror, and delicately begins to go about carving away the necrotic tissue and clearing a path to extract the small fragments of cortosis that remained in his face below his eye. After many minutes, he finishes the proceedure and leans back in his chair. He worries he may have waited too long. Why had he not thought of it earlier, it was so obvious in retrospect. Stumbling, he makes his way over to a cabinet and retrives a vial of radiation therapy medication, fumbling while he loads it into an auto-injector, he does manage to complete the task and treat himself before sucumbing to theeffects of the radation sickness and it's battle with the cure.
In the dark, the spirits of the Sith Lords mock him and torment his dreams, sending nightmares to finish him. He slips among them twisting the visions to his advantage, until there is one he seemingly cannot so easily dismiss. Even the Sith Lords still in their mockery as the vision passes. Distilled Rage, finely honed and wrought in a silver shell. Konstai awakens hours later in a cold sweat, he searches around the room hunting for what has so menaced him, that baleful glowing red eye.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Feb 24, 2011 21:02:20 GMT -5
A lone shuttle comes out of hyperspace, as LT Hood pushes a couple buttons as the ship slows down. Rajnish had shut down and was dreaming as he started to hear whispers in his dream. The voice was coming from the Dark Side as Sith Lords that of the past started to speak to him.
Voices { You have come as planned, we have much to show you. Your metal shell will bring a new fear to the galaxy as you aid your new Master. Give in to the Dark Side, Give in to the Dark Side}
Rajnish red light for his eye starts to move as he could feel the Darkness as he approaches the planet, he slowly lifts up as he see the planet as speaks outloud.
“I am here finally, he must have known I needed to come here. (Stands and bald his fist) I will grow more powerful after this trip. Then I will have the approval of the Emperor, and then I will unleash my terror on all that oppose the Emperor.”
LT Hood, looks back at Rajnish.
“Where do we land Sir?”
Rajnish looks at him and moves closer LT Hood, as he stares at the planet. He points as he feels the Dark Side calling him.
“There, land there out in the middle of nowhere my Lieutenant. There where we must go, I have to see why this place is filled with the Dark Side. I must see this for myself, and then I will do my mission.”
The shuttle lands out in the middle of a valley, it was late in the evening. All you could see was a red light moving from side to side as the light from the landing ramp reflected from his Shinny Armor.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Feb 25, 2011 23:45:17 GMT -5
After a few moments gathering his bearings, Konstai rises and retrieves the items he laid out earlier to take with him on his search.
He lowers the ramp of his ship, and walks out into the dusty evening, he pauses to close the ship, for he will be some little while upon his task. His boots quietly crunch through the dusty and rocky soil of the valley, his feet know well the way even if things look out of place in the twilight.
Twisting along a trail that leads to a narrow ledge, he passes several tombs, elaborate edifices of carved rock to the glory of the decomposing remains of former Sith Lords. He cannot help but mock their spirits as they taunt and threaten him as he passes, for all their power, they never really understood, and thus all of them had failed in their plans and schemes, and now doomed they spend eternity to tempt other upon their lost paths.
After the twisting journey up the slope and along the ledge, behind a statue he finds the opening he sought and heads down the narrow hall cut into the stone, far older than most of these elaborate tombs, it was never designed to be a monument to the glory the interred, and had been forgotten about, and by chance of fate had not become totally obliterated by the construction of the nearby tombs.
After descending the stone cut steps into the black bowels of the cliff, he pauses and using a small laser scalpel ignites one of the magnesium torches he had brought with him. Its red-white light illuminates a wall of carvings and circular geometric shapes in a flickering and sputtering light.
He sets the torch in one of the ancient holders carved into the stone, then retrieves his notes and once again begins working on the puzzle of the carvings.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Feb 26, 2011 1:05:26 GMT -5
Rajnish begins his long walk in the dust, the ground was rocky but his legs was able to move with easy. He can feel the strength of the Dark Side here, he feels the pure power of it. He wondered if this is why his former Master would not allow him to use the Dark Side. He then felt their strength, he wanted to have their strength to take revenge on his old Master.
As he walks in the dusty valley going down hill, the wind starts to pick up as the dust storm made it hard to see. Rajnish was no ordinary person, he was the top of the line Cyborg. As his sensors showed up to 15 meters around him, he could see with no problem. From a distance you could barely see a red dot moving from side to side in the dust storm. He moved along as the Dark Side was becoming stronger.
“I must be getting closer, how can one with such power can be still here? This is why the Emperor sent me here. Must I not only retrieve this person, but also deal with the pure power of the Dark Side. I will take in as much as this body can handle. (Stops and bald his fist pointing it in the air) I WILL NOT FAIL, YOU WILL GIVE IN TO MY WILL.”
Rajnish felt as if he heard laughter, he stops and looks around. His scanners did not pick up anything, he bent down drawing his left hand in as the blaster pops out as he points it in all directions. He stop scanning and he hits his comlink.
“LT Hood, lock down the ship and stay inside. There is no telling whats on this planet. Rajnish out.”
Rajnish lower his body as his eyes continue to move as he rest for a moment to take in the Darkness. His mind drifts and opens to the Dark Side, as the voices enter his dreams once more. Images of him dueling his old Master, then Rajnish standing over his body while he was holding his saber in his hand. Then another, as he leads the Droid Army on a invasion of many planets conquering them. Then lastly one with him on the Emperor left side as he hears the Emperor calling him by a name. It was not Rajnish that was coming from his lips but Diaboles Ximeno.
The last thing he remembers before he was awaken from the alarm going off of an intruders was a voice of a group talking to him. Diaboles Ximeno, these are things to come past, they have not yet happened. If you keep to the path of the Dark Side you will become great now raise Diaboles Ximeno the Devil Son. The laughter started then fades as he was standing with both blasters showing, something had awaken him but what?
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Feb 26, 2011 13:55:25 GMT -5
Examining the glyphs, he pours over his notes and consults various tablets. Shadows play in the flickering torchlight, some however move in ways independent of the others, voices whisper and faint screams whisper into the wind.
After some time of study, Konstai slumps forward his hands clawing at the ground as he catches himself, bent over like a dog. His hair, having fallen forward sticks to his sweaty face, and he wretches. Spittle, bile and blood leave little craters in the dust, tempted to give up and simply die, he hesitates and cannot help but cackle at the futility of it, of the futility of life itself.
While in this pathetic state, something in his mind snaps and his inner resolve comes back to him. Stripping off his shirt, he reaches for his medical case, and withdraws a long tapering blade of a knife, almost more like a pick than a blade, but keen beyond belief.
He lays the edge of the blade upon his own chest
"h'fhtagn ej ne-shagg e'bumna ne-lloig phta-nyigg hes kn'a. lw'nafh kadistu berk n'gha. nw's leng ty - N'MAHN de NGLUI HU! -
The blade traces across his chest, a red line following in its wake as a ribbon of flesh parts and comes away in a twisting spiral at the blades tip.
The heavy pressures of spirits that whirl through the valley seem to calm for a moment then turn. A substantial fear can be felt to manifest. Those that have preyed upon the minds of those who arrive for centuries. The masters of fear and loathing they are, turn their attention drawn:
"What does he do?"
"Something changes."
"What is that feeling?"
It coalesces out of the darkness, and whips the wind back into a dust-storm frenzy. The pain, the fear the taste of death, all that has been generated and magnified by the disease that Konstai unleashed, it comes roaring into the valley. The Sith spirits celebrate for none have fed the darkside like this in eons. They revel in it, the whole of the valley becomes a conduit soaking up the fear and hate of trillions that dread and fret over the plagues. The anger and frustrations of countless worlds honed by the incompetency of the Galactic Alliance, these things all come flooding into the ancient places.
And then the leaden pressure in the air shifts, the spirits of those long dead attend it and an alien feeling creeps into them.
And then it happens. It is like a mass of rock deep in the planet cracks, like the stone that holds a fault-line in place that fails, it is a momentary pause and then stillness.
One of those ancient spirits, faster on the uptake than the others senses it, a shift in the very wind of the intense pressure.
"NOOOOOO!"
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Feb 26, 2011 19:34:16 GMT -5
Rajnish once he was awaken, he heard whispers in the wind. The dust settled as he see that he was just outside of a grave site. Then he felt fear, then screams as he stands up straight. Something was in the force it was calling Rajnish almost pointing him in a direction. Rajnish withdrawn his blaster as his claw like hands came back out.
The Dark Side on this planet started to consume him, he did not try to fight it. Rajnish felt this was what he needed to become stronger, he started to move as the whispers continued to speak. His red eye scanned as he walks, the graveyard seems to be endless. Something started to bother Rajnish as it seem that his mind was being affected by the Force.
“I can hear you Sith Lords, what is it that you are telling me. Where do I need to go?”
Voices in a slight whisper “You will not make it like this, you are not strong enough. (Laughter another Voice) You are not of flesh, just a machine (laughter and yet another voice) You will be deadly to many, your soul belongs to the Dark Side”
Rajnish “I am not afraid of any of you. You have fallen and I stand above your graves. You have failed where I can succeed, help me to succeed and I will make this galaxy fear the Sith yet again. With the Emperor face showing how strong we truly are. AIDE ME SITH LORDS, AIDE ME OR JUST STAY HERE AN BE JUST A VOICE!”
Then Rajnish felt Darkness controlling his emotions, his processor started to record his reaction to the surrounding. He yelled as loud as he could, he raised both arms up and slams his fist into the ground burying his fist into it. The voice laughs at him as he feels the pain, his anger grows as the processor makes it peek. He pulls his fist out the ground and stands.
“IT IS TIME TO FINISH THIS. I WILL FINISH MY MASTER’S MISSION and bring him back alive.”
Rajnish looks at the ground and starts his scanner. A whisper tells him check the temple, go there. Rajnish looks up and in the distance was a Temple of some kind. He rush off to investigate.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Feb 27, 2011 11:43:59 GMT -5
With a blood curdling scream of pain that trails off into a sigh, Konstai slumps forward, his sweaty face planted upon the dusty floor of the chamber, the grit caking it in a layer of silica and sweat.
He pants heavily trying to catch his breath, he cannot feel the pain from the cuts to his chest, and wonders if he cut too deep and severed main nerves or worse.
He only gets a moment of respite before the whispers on the winds beset him, they ridicule him and try to torment him with disturbing imagery pulled from the shadows of the cave. The torment is murderous. The spirits of the Sith assault him, and his body is wracked by their inflicted agonies.
Out in the valley itself, shadows swirl and the winds whip around Raj, and on the winds come promises of power and glory, taunts, and pleadings; all of which contain the same price.
"Stop the black handed man, the glittering darkness must not come!"
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Feb 27, 2011 14:56:47 GMT -5
As the wind swirls around him and he hears the plead of the Sith Lords, as he looks up he was standing just outside the Temple walls. He looks around an does not see a way in, but he then uses his scanner to see a outlay of the area. There was a line along the side of one of walls outside the Temple. He would never have seen if without his scanner. The wind tells him to hurry and he knew time was not on his side. Rajnish placed his claw like hands against each side of the crack in the temple walls.
With the force of his mechanical arms they slide in the crack slowly giving him a chance to open the hidden door. He pulls with the might of his mechanical arms as the door gives way. It was dark but there was a flicker of light down the end of the walkway. If he could smile he would have, but the voices from the shadows kept telling him to hurry. Rajnish looks into the void as he speaks
“I do not have to be reminded on how important it is to keep him alive. I will not let him take that from me. I will not fail the Emperor on my first mission. So, let me be and let me complete my mission.”
Rajnish touches his comlink to call LT Hood.
“LT Hood, come to my location immediately. Time is a matter of importance, use the scanner on the shuttle to track me at my location. Make it quick.”
LT Hood “Yes sir, locking the ship down and powering up as we speak.”
Rajnish thinks it was the correct think to do, with any chance of him being injured what he told by the voices meaning he could die on the way back to the shuttle. Rajnish looks down into the void and turned his scanner on to give him a layout of the stairwell, he pulls his left hand in bring the blaster out as he starts his way down the stairs.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Feb 28, 2011 18:02:39 GMT -5
Panting with the effort, he drags himself across the dusty stone floor, and using the edges of the small square glyphs he hauls himself standing before the central circular carvings.
Wiping the blood oosing from the wounds on his chest, he begins to paint the circular rings and outline their deeply carved inscriptions. He chants something that sounds non-nonsensical, and it is as much one of the supposedly required incantations as it is to an attempt to drown out the rantings of the Sith.
The eerie melody of his chant rings through the narrow passage carved into the solid stone face of the cliff, before alighting on the hearing sensors of Raj as he enters the path down into the darkness.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Feb 28, 2011 18:21:34 GMT -5
Rajnish continue down the dark stairway then he heard a voice, it was chanting something that he did not understand. It did not matter to him, he was on a mission. Rajnish did not care it would not stop him, the voices had stop as he ended at the bottom of the stairway.
It was only lighted enough to see some items in the room, but he was using his scanner as seen his intended target. He was wounded and was drawing something, he scanned the room for anything that he could use to harm himself or Rajnish. Rajnish scanned the man for his vitals and could see that he was losing blood, he needed to get him quickly to the shuttle and have LT Hood take a look at him. He spoke to him with no emotions.
“Get up, I have come for you. (Pulls in left hand as the blaster comes out) No matter what you have done to yourself, I fear I come to do worse. But now I need you alive, so GET UP.”
Rajnish moves in closely as he continue to scan for him to make any sudden moves.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Feb 28, 2011 22:18:25 GMT -5
Upon hearing the tinny voice, Konstai whirls placing his back against the carved surface of stone.
He blinks, one, twice, and wipes his face with his blood covered hand, as if trying to wipe away the lingering remnants of nightmare upon awaking.
"You! Leave here, for you do not know what you disturb!"
He staggers slightly as his left hand reaches back continuing to steady himself against the carved rock wall, his right hand covered in his own gore ineffectually continuing to wipe back his matted and wild hair from his acid burn scarred face.
But as quick as his attention was diverted to Raj, it seems to focus on something else, his head cocked slightly as if he listens to something only he can hear.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Mar 1, 2011 6:55:10 GMT -5
Rajnish watches the man as he continues to approach him. His red eye moves slower as he moves slowly after hearing his voice, he did not take it as a threat not yet. He stops with a couple of feet as he looks at the symbols that he does not know or seen before. He gives him one last warning.
“I will not ask you again, next time it will be by force. Now get up, it is time to depart this place. They have forsaken you, leave now and no harm will come to you.”
This was new to Rajnish, he was not prepared to handle a sick, weak old man. This made him take caution, a wounded animal will attack if it believes it is being cornered. His scan showed he did not have much time, to argue with this man.
He reached his right claw like hand to grab the man, as he let his guard down from the force. He thinks to himself as he moves in on the man.
(For something that look easy is not, for something that is hard is impossible. He is both, he look easy to capture but the Emperor wants him alive for something that was impossible to do. But what?)
His red eye stop dead on the man as all Rajnish attention was on the next few seconds.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Mar 1, 2011 15:41:04 GMT -5
Konstai's eyes widen, they are focused on something quite else than the cyborg in the mainly empty chamber. "You ignorant fool! Your very presence tempts them, their attention is shifting from the sacrifice! Leave before they realize there is a weakness." Just as suddenly as his attention was first distracted by something either otherworldly, or something only within his own demented mind, he looks directly into the red eye of Raj, as his claw like hand grabs the disfigured madman, he pulls away quickly as if Raj's hand is burning hot, further flattening himself against the wall. "No! You cannot touch me, it is imperative! You are unclean and you will serve as an anchor to them! Leave now, wait for me if you must, so you may gain your pathetic praise from your Master. His countenance shifts again, this time it is a much more marked change, there is something about his bearing that looks taller, more solid, and in the flickering light of the torches, the dust caked to his face for a moment plays tricks with what is seen, his features for a moment seem un-scarred, even handsome, but the deep set eyes masked with smeared blood look to be dirty black ash pits, and a mouth discolored likewise, as if it had spent long years eating rotten dead flesh.  (special thanks to El Supremo for preparing this for me on short notice) "Do not tarry further, leave this place now and leave me to my workings, I will come for you afterwards if you are so bent upon your own suffering."He turns back to the carvings, much more pressing things other than some disjointed vision of a cyborg needs attending to... now where was he, oh yes... |
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Mar 1, 2011 18:42:39 GMT -5
Rajnish hears the man and watches in disbelieve in what he just seen. His temper goes up as he was told to leave, and he was unclean. He withdraws as he watches him move away. He pulls in his blaster and his hand comes back out. Now with both claws he bald his fist as he was moving once again towards the man.
"You ignorant fool! Your very presence tempts them, their attention is shifting from the sacrifice! Leave before they realize there is a weakness."
Rajnish “I don’t know what magic you are using here, but you will not tell me what to do. The only weakness here is you, you old fool. Your time is up, you must pay for your crimes. The Sith Lords here are not going to aid you, but I can set you free from your sins old man.”
"No! You cannot touch me, it is imperative! You are unclean and you will serve as an anchor to them! Leave now, wait for me if you must, so you may gain your pathetic praise from your Master.”
Rajnish “I do not seek praise from my Master. I am not some mere pet waiting to be fed from my Master. I am more than that, I am the future of the Sith. Unlike you and your mere parlor tricks. They will have to wait, you have a more pressing matters to attend too.”
Rajnish moves even closer more determined to stop him from whatever he was doing. Rajnish felt what he was doing to aide him to his cause to try to handle him, he could not afford to disappoint his master. He will not fail on his first mission. He moved upon him with the quickness of his robotic legs.
Rajnish “Time to leave this place now!”
"Do not tarry further, leave this place now and leave me to my workings, I will come for you afterwards if you are so bent upon your own suffering."
Rajnish “I will not do no such thing, like I said its time to go.”
With no place to go, Rajnish once again reached for him with his left hand.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Mar 1, 2011 21:50:08 GMT -5
With his back still towards Raj, Konstai concentrates upon the seal, through the force he can feel the cracks in it, stupid Sith, he thinks to himself. He kisses the stone as he concentrates upon the darkness that he fostered and has now called down upon this wasteland of a world.
It heeds its call, there is a slight breeze as it flows down into the chamber from out in the valley, through him, and into the stone wall. Raj may even sense the density of the darkside here, it plays across the skin as it passes.
The Sith as whispers on the wind howl with anger, for the bountiful power that feeds and sustains them begins to thin as something pulls at it drawing it away from their ability to access.
Something twists, and for a moment all color seems to leave the world before it comes back, one of the torches sputters and goes out, perhaps it was a void in the magnesium core.
The one remaining torch holds firm, but its lone illumination casts long dark shadows that dance upon the carved stones.
The Sith spirits wail yet again, each raging in their native tongues, many forgotten, the effect a maddening cacophony.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Mar 2, 2011 19:23:25 GMT -5
Rajnish feels the strength of the Dark Side as it seems to get stronger. With the aid of the Dark Side it fueled his anger as he grabs Madman, his rage blinds him to what was going on. He places one claw on his shoulder yanking him away from the wall.
With his back to Rajnish be began to pull him towards the stairwell.
“You arrogant fool, you do not know who you are messing with. Come along, I will drag you back if I have too.”
Rajnish yanks him away from the wall as he gets closer to the stairwell.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Mar 2, 2011 21:06:13 GMT -5
Konstai shrieks in rage and struggles ineffectually attempting to pull away from Rajnish.
After a moment of struggling he calms, his incoherent ranting ceases.
With a quick gesture of his hand the remaining magnesium torch shreds in a vortex of TK, the whirlwind of white hot sparks trace in a spiral around them both. With a purposeful tug and shrug, Rajnish can feel Konstai slip from his grasp, as the cloth of his garments tear, leaving Rajnish with a handful of tattered rags. With the absolute darkness, and the spinning vortex of sparks vision is seriously hampered, both normal and the more exotic forms a cyborg would have.
Konstai's voice echos form within the chamber, impossible to pinpoint.
"You have ruined it! You do not know what you have done you fool, they will kill us all!
The sound of stone grinding upon stone fills the room, and then a thunderous crack resounds through the chamber, a pulse of invisible energy rolls forth in a pressure wave of immense proportions.
Konstai having gotten away from the cyborg for a moment if blown violently into the wall, and slides down it stunned for a moment.
There is a buzzing that can be heard, it is not clear, and is one of those sounds one has to question if it comes by the ear or is all in your own head. It leaves the impression of singing.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Mar 3, 2011 18:48:50 GMT -5
Rajnish, was blinded by the trick that the Madman has done. All he could see was a bright spot as he reached up part of the Madman’s clothing still in his hands as he tried to cover his eye. It was only a reaction to him thinking it was his real eyes, but then he was pushed back by a evil force as he could feel the Darkness coming from it.
The Evil force was felt through the force, as he tried to taken in as much of the Darkness as possible. His processor tried to shut down to the overload of the Darkside of the force was overwhelming. Rajnish rage, anger and hate soared to new heights as his focus came back into play. His voice box was slightly damaged making his voice deeper. He looks down at the stunned Madman, he laughs as he grabs him once again. This time with both hands as he drags him to the stairwell.
“Whatever you have unleashed shall hunt you for the rest of your life, you old fool. Don’t worry though, I don’t believe it will be around long enough to care.”
As Rajnish begins to climb the stairs his comlink goes off.
LT Hood “Lord Rajnish, what was that rush of power, it almost made me drive the ship into the ground. I am just landed outside your location. Ready when you are.”
Rajnish “Very well, I am on my way with a guess. No need to worry about that, its beyond your capability to understand, what or who it was.”
Rajnish himself does not know who it was, but he knows it’s power is worth chasing after. You can hear him laugh loudly as the thought of that power belonging to him.
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Post by Konstai Vekdara on Mar 3, 2011 21:24:49 GMT -5
It is not quite clear if Konstai is conscious or not, but he offers no resistance, only dead weight as Rajnish hauls him back out the winding corridor.
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Post by Rajnish Grievous on Mar 3, 2011 21:48:11 GMT -5
Rajnish makes it to the top of the stairwell as the wind begins to raise again. This time it felt different, as if the wind was cursing them both. For Rajnish being to slow to stop the Madman, and for what the Madman have done. Rajnish let them whine as he continued to drag the Madman like a old mop. He spots the shuttle with his sensors now back online, the the shuttle door opens as Rajnish continues to pull him up the ramp.
Once on board he orders LT Hood to secure the prisoner as he watches making sure that he was tired down for the trip back to his Master. Once done he goes back to the edge of the ramp listening to the wind and the soft whispers of the Sith Lords.
(He has done it, you could have stopped him. Now unknown horror will return.)
Rajnish raised his voices for the Sith Lords could hear.
"I done my part, if you knew what he was doing you should have told me. I would have acted quicker, this is your fault. You have yourselfs to blame, I do not fear this unknown that scares you all. I will hunt this fear and claim it for myself."
Then next he heard laughter, not of joy but of the Sith Lords laughing at Rajnish thinking he could clain such power for himself. The door closes as the shuttle lifts off.
Once in orbit Rajnish moves forward and makes a private comlink which is a secure line to his Master.
"Emperor, I have this Madman in my Custody. What would you like me to do with him? By the way, I felt a evil force that was released from the planet."
Rajnish waits for his Master to reply
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