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[SpaceDandy]

After making arrangements with Orimos Atlas quickly spoke with Syb, Ryn, and the Jedi. “To draw less attention to ourselves we will split up the kids into four groups with each adult including myself leading the group on different routes to Docking Bay 13.” The group agreed with the plan and split the kids into four groups and began taking them to the ship.

Before heading out Atlas grabbed a rug and went wrapping up Hera’s body and took it back to the ship. “It would be good to analyze the body to determine what the Empire added to her. The explosive device in Hera was not part of the SIS standard issue implants” She noted as Atlas wrapped up the body and took it to the ship with the kids. The kids had an idea what was in the rug but no one mentioned the obvious elephant in the room.




Atlas’s group got to his ship the Modified Lethisk-class armed freighter with the current ID Pegasus. The kids seemed excited as the ramp came down and Atlas ushered the younglings into the ship and the main cabin area with a bar, a holo-vid, and tables with a small disco ball in the middle of the room.

The children appeared anxious and uncomfortable. The other parties Atlas had them all convene in the main area. “Hey kids, I have this video you’re going to love.” Said Atlas as an idea popped into his head. All three adult woman had questionable looks on their faces. He pulled up the large screen holo-vid and had Athena throw on a video about making lightsabers and the different types of crystals used. Jedi Knight Lyyr was visibly relieved as most of the children were very interested in this video. Syb and Ryn both also appeared interested as well.

Atlas took the rug back into the medical bay and laid out the corps respectfully. “M1DC please preform as detailed autopsy as you can record and document all technologies and changes in Hera’s body.” Asked Atlas in a somber tone. He looked at the corps and noted odd markings on the inside of her head where the explosive device must have been placed.

Athena spoke up via wall speakers. “I believe that the implants have been modified and expanded on compared to SIS standards.” She said in her soft approximation of a female voice. The death of Hera had caused unusual emotions to surface for Atlas. Hera had recruited him, Hera had trained him, what could have warped her in a such a way to betray the republic. Orimos gave Atlas a pleasant interruption to his thoughts.

-Where is your ship?-

-Dock 13-

-Any empty Docks nearby?-

-Dock 14's empty-

-Perfect. Be there in a bit. Hang on with the kids-

His conversation was short and to the point. He was feeling emotional and that was very unusual for him. Atlas thought it was about time to get back out with the kids. Maybe flirt with Ryn and Syb? He was tempted..

 

[shadowz1995]

3 days later...


3 days had passed since the recently found children of Nar'ah had been "enslaved" and sworn into their father's service. To say that Shesun wasted no time in beginning their training was understatement, as Darth Nar'ah immediately put them to work. They were pulled out of their default cloths and dawned clothing more fitting of Sith Acolytes. Robes of black and charcoal grey with armored plates as arm guards and shin guards. As a small favor, Shesun have each of them something of a gift to help them settle in a little easier. Senjak was given a mask to spare her some of the anxiety that she felt so strongly about being exposed. Kaiser, on the other hand, was allowed to keep his blaster for both comfort and training purposes. As a reminder of the past he must never forget and also move on from. He was forbidden from ever using it without permission or his life was forfeit.

The twins were currently locked in combat with Shesun's other apprentices and were being drilled on seperate subjects. Kaiser needed to learn control.

"Your power and potential are great, Kaiser but your lack of control makes you little more than a charging bull. Its predictable and easily avoidable. You will be the one trained the hardest of all my apprentices. Not only to catch you up on everything you are painfully unaware of but to pull out that hidden talent."

As such, Kaiser was facing off against mutliple opponents who held nothing back despite his lack of experience. Their strikes were aimed at particularly painful areas in order to goad him into anger. For everytime Kaiser let his fury run wild, Shesun would intervene and strike him down swiftly. For everytime he controlled his anger and used his rage properly, Shesun would teach him a new technique to tease his ambitions for learning how to use his force powers.

"You are already gifted and well-trained my child. The problem within you lies not within your body or reflexes but in your heart. You are similar to me in the way that mosg things do not bother you. You are indifferent. However, unlike me, you are not aware of how to settle the turmoil inside yourself. The training you will undergo is a mental assault on your character."

Senjak was subjected to be at the mercy of 5 Sith inquistors. She would be at the center and her job was simple.

Resist.

The inquisitors would bombard her mind with the force. Putting images, doubts, emotions, and all manner of illusions to make her undergo intense emotional and mental stress. To help her awaken to her more "human" side. They would reach into her sense of "self" and pull out whatever doubts she had sealed within the recesses of her mind then proceed to club her to death with said doubts.


This was the 3rd day of training and Shesun oversaw every second of it so far.

Longhead Croaker

 

[QizPizza]

The Kandosii III landed in Dock 14 without any further delays. Ori had opted to have Rev, Massk and Sol'yc stay in the cockpit for the duration they were holding the children. Reverend is a terrible influence on young children what with his drinking habits. It was especially bad that these were Jedi younglings were supposed to be "free of corruption" and "taint". Any exposure to the drink might bring upon the full wrath of the Jedi council on Ori and his crew. Massk was prone to anger, especially with children. Ori could remember how he terrified Syb and Ryn when they first met. A Trandoshan was not a kid-friendly species. And Sol'yc. There was nothing wrong with him, Ori only needed him to make sure Massk doesn't break anything and Rev doesn't spill any alcohol on the controls. Eeji was holed up in the engine room as per his request. He feared what children would do to such a "cute" creature like him.

With all his crewmates hidden away, Ori exited the Kandosii and walked up to the Lethisk-class freighter that Atlas called his own. He made sure to get a good look at the ship for "future reference" before walking up to the loading door. He sent a message to Atlas.

-I'm here. Please open the door-

-Alright.-

The landing bay soon opened to reveal a ship packed to the brim with children. They were all watching some sort of instructional video on lightsabers. Ori almost dreaded what waited for him, but this was for the sake of avoiding the wrath of the Jedi. The Mandalorian took off his helmet to make sure he appeared more friendly to the children, as opposed to a masked warrior whose people hated the Jedi with a passion. "Children, please come with me. We're going to head to my ship now." The children showed obvious hesitance at the Mandalorian's instructions until the Jedi accompanying them ushered them out. "Syb, take the first group of children to the Kandosii." The children were convinced with the addition of Sybilla.

The blue Twi'lek began to take a quarter of the children back to their ship, about 6 at first and then the other 7 once the first ones were secured. Ryn and the Lyyr watched over the children as Ori looked for Atlas. He walked through the ship and eventually reached the med-bay. He knocked on the door twice before it opened to reveal the Atlas, a medical droid, and the corpse of Hera. "So, what did you find out? Anything we should be worried about?"

Atlas looked back at Ori as the medical Droid continued it's forensic investigation. "The Empire has some new toys..." he said with a sigh. "Well need to let the Droid complete a full analysis. But the explosive device is definitely Imperial." He said "The kids still watching the holo-vid on building lightsabers and the different kind of crystals used? I think that Ryn and Syb were enjoying the video as well."

"Syb is taking a few of the kids over right now, and Ryn and I will take the rest of our half now. If there's nothing else, I'll leave you to your investigation."

Atlas nodded and resumed his analysis. Ori saw himself out of the medical bay and made sure to close the door behind him. The kids should not know what a human corpse looks like after it's been blown up. The Mandalorian watched the holo-vid on lightsabers with amusement. The Mandalorians sure as heck didn't have videos like this teaching their children how to maintain their blasters. Whether it's used by a Jedi or a Sith, the lightsaber was a weapon, and to treat it like some kid's toy didn't sit well with Ori. Sure a blaster was deadly, but there were actual toy variants, while sabers could be lethal to everyone involved. But what right does he have to speak to this matter? He wasn't Jedi or Sith, he was only mercenary, and the Force was above his pay-grade. He'd take a government conspiracy over some mystical hand-wavy voodoo magic any day.

When the holo-vid finished, Ryn began to see her group of the children off the ship. Ori hung towards the back of the groups while the kids huddled around Ryn. He didn't deal with kids this young, he usually dealt with moody teenagers that dealt with disappointment and anger in more productive ways, as opposed to crying about it. Well, there are those cases...but for the most part, Ori preferred to deal with older youth.

Once they were back on the ship, it was only a manner of keeping the kids away from anything important and to make sure they didn't start throwing things around with the Force. With the Kandosii, a trip from Dantooine to Nar Shaddaa should hardly take a two days. However, those were the two longest days of Ori's life. Only half of the children would sleep at a time and the crew either had to keep them busy, or deal with their shenanigans.

Ori, Syb and Ryn took shifts watching over the children. Ori would keep them busy with tales of the crew's missions. Ryn mainly played games with all of them until they were exhausted, which kept them occupied for maybe half an hour until they some how mustered their energy again. Syb would make the kids food and tell them bedtime stories she learned. The older sister had the least work, making sure the kids were fed and asleep. Half way through the second day, one of the kids managed to use the vents to find Eeji. The poor Jawa opened the engine room doors in a panic and brought upon himself the harassment of 13 rowdy kids. By the end of the hour, he was curled up in a ball in the cockpit, traumatized by the experience.

Finally, FINALLY, the Kandosii reached Nar Shaddaa at the end of the second day. Sol'yc chose a rather public dock, something necessary to maintain appearances when transporting children. Otherwise, the crew of the Kandosii might be mistaken for child traffickers and be placed in a whole lot of trouble with the Jedi. Ori left Rev and Massk to deal with Eeji's trauma while everyone one else would move the children to the safehouse Atlas granted them for housing the children.

Orimos "Dar'yaim" Mir​

Health: 100%

Status: Calm/Relaxed
Location: Nar Shaddaa - SIS Safehouse
Interacting With: SpaceDandy
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[Longhead]

“Affirmation: I’ve already forgotten there was an issue, master.”


Oh-One affirmed while the middle aged man using him as a support to stand himself up on. As he stood, Oh-One did the same nearly as soon as Feather began to make strides towards a console. Instantly taking in the data and information that was displaying in many different forms, and its organization made it even easier for Oh-One to lock it into his memory. His processing unit was expensive, too expensive to mass produce in any kind of droid for any company, but in turn, it was high quality. When it was drawn, he focused his attention on the remains of a convoy.


A small slot on his forearm opened to reveal a console probe. Oh-One drew closer to the console, and extended the probe to fit into the droid access compartment. He quickly took in the relevant information before unplugging himself and taking a step back. When Feather mentioned bringing along company, he made a series of rhythmic chirping noises, simulating laughter. “Humble Boast/Statement: I can do as much work as four mercenaries and a pilot on my own. I don’t think any help would be a prerequisite to finishing my task.” With that, he moved to leave, stopping in the doorway. “Statement: I think your door may be broken. Please have it fixed. I wouldn’t want anyone just walking in.” Then he took his leave. There was no given timeframe, and Kaas was a bit far off. Droids weren’t exactly popular with the Empire, but given that HK’s were illegal in Republic space, he wouldn’t receive too much trouble. That’s what he predicted at least.


The next three days was the perfect amount of time he needed to get to Kaas. The security of the orbital station of Kaas, was tight, as was expected. Kaas the capital of the Sith Empire, and was arguably more guarded the the ancient Sith world, Korriban. Nonetheless, he was still let through. The resources officers that happened to be on deck did confirm that Oh-One was with the Schar, and as one of the staff of a trading partner of the Empire, he was let through. His ship even got its own personal space in the trading bay as a favor. Upon observing the wreck, which had surprisingly not been cleaned up during the day it took for him to arrive. There were no bodies, just the main transport. Not even its escorts were around to give Oh-One any clues. The rain had even washed away any footprints that could be used. Luckily for him, there was still a hole in the main transport’s windshield, but that was the only thing that could’ve been found. The rain and the time it took for him to get to Kaas and find the site had been costly. He found that the residue from the blaster bolt used to likely kill the driver used the same chemical gas frequented by the Republic, and even less used by Mandalorians. From the angle of the burn on the windshield, he determined where the shooter had been.


Everything had practically been picked clean. There was nothing left.


The next two days he spent searching around for any kind of clues without break, but there was still little luck. The antenna on Oh-One’s head sprung up, and the tip pulsated blue as he contacted Feather with the news. “Inform/Admittance: Master. The site has been completely wiped of evidence, not only by the aggressor, but by the climate as well. There’s little evidence of where the weapons went. The only data I could gather is that the aggressor was either a Mandalorian, or a republic soldier, and where the shooter was when he attacked. The rain has scrubbed everything else, and the bodies have been taken away. I got here a little too late.”

“Conclusion: I’ve failed.”


Kaiser

This entire training thing didn’t seem at all fair to Kaiser.


So he’s fighting other guys, Sith who are far more experienced than Kaiser for one yes. On that, they’re no restrictions, nope. He was to get his ass beat until he simply got good. The thing was, he was trying to get good, and he especially did so when he was angry. The only issue with that was the fact that whenever he got angry and let loose some kind of Force application by instinct, he was smited. He was supposed to the control the anger so he could use it whenever he wanted to, but what was the point in that if doing it by reflex worked well enough for him? He saw no reason to control it, but attempted to for the soul fact that he was tired of getting put down by his father.


It wasn’t entirely without reward though. Everytime he succeeded, he was taught something new. He had a few abilities under his belt, most taught to him by Darth Nar’ah, and others were ones he picked up on his own. He was starting to build a precognition of sorts when he was fighting. There had been more than one time where his opponent was too fast for him to react to normally, and it got to the point where he began to anticipate. Just anticipating based on logic never seemed to work, but the more he tried, the more a picture was drawn in his head. They were unclear, but they were reliable - he began to see things before they happened during training. The more he fought, the more clear the pictures began to appear, and soon enough, he didn’t even need to have his eyes opened. It felt much like the instinct he had before he began training - the one that kept him alive during his reckless actions, but on a different level.


Outside of training, he began to build on this sixth sense. He began to apply it outside of battle. He found the idea of meditation silly, but he found that it actually worked wonders for understanding what he could do. In these meditation sessions, he began to see things that he wouldn’t be able to see with his eyes open. A lot of times he answered questions before someone had even asked them. He even got a strange precognition of a metal ball burning up in Kaas’ atmosphere while it fell to the ground. Something about it was alive, it was strange. It was a strange distortion in the Force’s energy that surrounded it.


Of course, his meditations were hardly ever brought about peacefully. While it enabled him to see things, and to learn ways to enhance himself, he also found it a stress relief that worked wonders. When he found himself frustrated after a less than successful practice, he turned to sitting down and closing his eyes. It worked, but only because he got angry.

He kept his blaster on him at all times. Though he couldn’t use it, he liked keeping it on him for reasons that are obvious enough to not require explanation. He thought the idea of a mask was silly at first, but he entertained the thought sometimes. He might acquire one in the near future, perhaps, but he wasn’t entirely sold on the concept of it.


While getting beat by other apprentices did better him, he was concerned for the training method imposed on his sister. She was not subjugated to any kind of fighting. He never saw it with his own eyes, but, in his visions he saw what was to happen to her the next day. He found his mind was more important to his body, and thus her training more harsh than his own.


Over the course of three days, he learned new things at a pace he didn’t even think he was capable of. He was far off from understanding the intricacies, patterns and deep grooves of the dark side. But the experience definitely exposed him to a lot of knowledge. He was slowly getting better at combat, but his visions steadily became more and more clear. Sometimes he saw into futures that he couldn’t even tell their place in time. He was starting to develop multiple visions to determine the outcome of different courses of action, but they were especially tricky, but he couldn’t quite get it. His eyes were largely dark brown for the most part, but the rising fire that burned in his eyes was apparent up close. His abilities were only weak in application, the raw power behind them was strong, but it could certainly be stronger. He was getting somewhere.

He found that the sooner he took out his opponents, the sooner he got to rest, and the less likely he was to get hurt by drawing it out too long. He used it as motivation to fight harder. It was working very well for him today, despite his training partners being particularly tenacious today. He had taken most of them down. A part of him wanted to use his blaster, but it'd be far too easy, as it had a stun setting. Why learn how to use your hand or swing around a glow stick when you can just put one in their chest? Another part of him wanted to get a lightsaber that he could use, but seeing as how if he got one and fought with it, the guys around would fight with theirs' too. Kaiser wasn't quite ready for that yet. Bruises and fractures are one thing, but lightsaber burns? That's something he didn't even want to think about. He'd seen some of the other hardened Sith walking around some of the lower levels of the Citadel when he snuck down occasionally. Prosthetics didn't appeal to him at all.

He had his hands near his head, his hands not even balled into fists all the way. It was easier to win against people when they were on the ground, and a few days of fighting had allowed him to gain some skill with grappling and a few locks - though the locks he only learned through being put in them himself. He was glad that he was put through that experience though, the knowledge was useful. He quickly slid towards his opponent, closing the distance and threw a quick jab at nearly the same time his opponent threw his own punch. The picture formed in his mind - he would get hit first if he didn't do anything quickly. In that moment his reflexes kicked in and everything moved in slow motion, seemingly. He feinted his punch last second and weaved outside of the punch. Once the aggressor's arm was fully extended, before he had enough time to bring it back, Kaiser wrapped his arms around the extended arm's shoulder and his opponent's neck. He felt a blow land on his ribs - an attempt to get him to let go by the arm he hadn't wrapped up - but he didn't let up. He placed a leg behind his opponent and swept him off of his feet and pivoted quickly, tossing his opponent over his hip and onto his back. Before he had the time to recover, he mounted him, pinning his arms to the ground with his knees. He used his left hand to hold his opponent's neck to keep his head in place, and used his right hand to land blow after blow on his face until he no longer resisted. He used to think that knocking someone out was easy, but more resilient foe's proved him wrong.

In these fights, he found himself using his hands much more than the Force. He didn't want to kill them, so lightning was automatically out of the question, but he didn't trust his Force push enough to not do any permanent damage to someone if he flung someone into a nearby wall. By all means, he wasn't refraining from using the Force for them, he was only slightly afraid of what they might do to him later on if they were ever alone.

Spoiler

Croaker shadowz1995

 

[Croaker]

Healer Senjak Nonagon Nar'ah
Sith Apprentice​

Day One...

The finger presses and caresses the edge of a fold, each fiber being crushed in order to form rigidity in the newly molded shape. The hand works tirelessly, bending and breaking, folding and contorting the sheet into something new and exciting. Paper is flexible in this way. It endures and warps, using its bends and breaks to form stronger and more complex shapes. Senjak enjoyed this about paper. It seemed such a flimsy material, but a simple break in the grain here, and another here, and after a few more folds there was actual structure, firmness.
Paper was not seen often anymore. The need for paper had died out long ago, but its uses were endless. It amused the Jedi while they were in their chambers.
Floating above their bed, Senjak crossed her legs and began to meditate. In front of her was a stack of paper. A sheet slid from the top of the stack and rose upwards. It bent, contorted violently, and soon became it’s own unique shape. A crane. The next sheet became a rabbit, and then came the fox, and frog, and beetle. This went on for some time, and eventually the Jedi no longer had to think of a shape. It came naturally, and Senjak receded into the recesses of their mind, entering a contemplative state. Images of troubling times formed in the Jedi’s psyche. Senjak knew they would have to be strong to endure the coming days.

A sudden knock on the door came, wresting Senjak from her meditation. She fell and landed softly on her cot. The hundred or so paper animals that had been suspended, fluttered to the ground.
“Come in.” Senjak spoke laconically.
A man in inquisitors robes stepped through the portal, neatly folded cloth in his hands. His blood red eyes took in the room with disgust, before coming to rest on Senjak. The disgust intensified.
“Darth Nar’ah wishes for you to have these. “ The cloth – which seemed to be concealing something heavier – was set at the foot of Senjak’s bed.
The inquisitors lightning scarred face formed a grimace, his hard set features intensified beneath the shadows of his robes. After a moment, his thin lips curled upward into a venomous smile as he spoke his terse words.
“The master wishes for you to change immediately. You will be escorted by me to training.”
Senjak nodded and gave a brief thanks to the man, which only seemed to disgust him further.
“Inquisitor, what do I call you?” The healer questioned.
The inquisitor snorted.
“You don't.” He replied, before walking out the door, his heavy boots seemingly aiming for as many paper animals as was reasonable.
Senjak, starred at the door for a moment, her gaze lingering on where the inquisitor had stood, before looking to her new robes and mask. A small blessing, it seemed.

Training for Senjak was different from what the Jedi had initially anticipated, though for her brother Kaiser, there was really no surprise to be found. Shesun would beat the boy until he was molded into the Sith’s preferred shape, that much was obvious. It was one way to teach someone how to control their rage – which was something Senjak had sensed a lot of in Kaiser – and it was undoubtedly efficient. Humans respond amazingly to pain and physical stimulus. But it was the least beneficial route to go from Senjak’s perspective. Emotions were messy. Using them made things messy. Wasn’t it better to forgo emotion entirely, so as to view the world with unclouded eyes? Perhaps that was not the point, though. That was one thing Senjak expected to learn.
Though the Jedi found themselves now bound to the Sith Shesun, Senjak planned to learn information that would be valuable to her own cause. She would follow Shesun’s instructions perfectly, execute his orders as if designed to do so, but she would do it in her way. Senjak was determined to win in this dangerous game of wits she had engaged her father in.

Attention snapping from Kaiser’s training, Senjak turned to focus on the ring of inquisitors now forming around her. There were five of them in total, and of the five the healer took notice of the thin-lipped smile of the inquisitor who had brought her here. He appeared quite smug now.
Senjak easily pushed the images of the man’s face from her mind as she closed her eyes. The Jedi took their meditative pose, and was lifted several feet off the ground. The inquisitors followed suit.
The bombardment started soon after that.
Senjak had decided within the split second of the beginning of her training that Shesun wanted at least one of two things from her. The first desire was to provoke rage within the healer. He would want Senjak to lash out at the inquisitors, to stimulate the emotions of passion that the Sith harnessed.
The second possible thing, was that Shesun simply wished for Senjak to question their philosophy and, inevitably, question the Jedi order; to stir up turmoil within the healer. Senjak would not let Shesun have the satisfaction of having either of these possibilities occur. She would train with these inquisitors, but she would come out on top in the end. Or so she thought
Senjak’s plan was quite simple. Creating defenses and barrier had been the Jedi’s strong suit for years now. If things went accordingly, the healer planned to defend her mind against the psychic bombardment for as long as possible, hopefully completely draining the energy from the inquisitors. It was a simple tactic, a game of stamina, but if it were pulled of correctly it would work wonders.
Now in deep meditation, Senjak visualized and erected several psychic barriers. She felt the many wills of the inquisitors slam against the shields, the anger like witch-fire, burning at the fringes of the Jedi’s mind.
This went on for roughly an hour. Senjak began visualizing in her mind, the gentle swaying of a palm tree. The strong winds blew harshly, but the palm did not break in the presence of the gale. Instead, it simply bent with the wind, for just like the pain of psychic bombardment; even the wind must pass eventually. However, the serenity died quickly. Something snaked its way inside the barrier, past the defenses. A weak point was found, and suddenly one of the inquisitors was in. The man with the lightning scarred face’s smugness intensified.
Suddenly, Senjak felt a violent shaking over take her body. She rejected the intrusion, but its will was stronger. Like a phantom hand, the will of the inquisitor picked apart an endless supply of memories and thoughts. They were his. Soon, other inquisitors would find the weak spot and the battering would begin, but until then it was just Senjak and the lightning scarred man, alone in a broken mind...

Spoiler: Psychic Dream 1

There is an orphanage, now long since shutdown, between the dunes and rocks of Tatooine’s vast deserts. It exists on the outskirts of a nameless city, gathering dust as it gathers children.
There, there is death and violence. I ask myself, is this the affliction of all living beings, to succumb to violence?
There, there are the weak and the strong. I contemplate; do the weak exist to serve the strong?
There, there are the forgotten and the broken. I wonder, who could be so cruel as to bring life into an unjust universe, and then decide to have it discarded?
There, there is the man who says he can fix you. I question his words; why am I damaged, and why does his touch only break me more when he claims it repairs?
That is the place, between the dunes and rocks, between the shadows and morning dews. The place where the outcasts cast you out for being different, where the caretaker tells you how much more he likes you because you don’t scream like the other girls do.
This is the place where you see death for the first time; clad in rags with a smear of dirt on his cheeks, rock in hand as he clubs in the skull of a stray dog. He tells you to go away, him and his friends are playing. Freaks aren’t allowed to play.
Death’s name was Sazel.
Sazel later had a rock twice his body weight dropped on his head. No one saw what happened, but the little freak Senjak. She would never speak of what happened though. She never spoke at all.
I wanted to take it back, wanted to undo the things I had done. But a skull was a tricky thing to piece back together, and a brain, even trickier.
I would never do it again. I would find a way to reverse the damage...

When Senjak came to, she found herself on all fours, panting and muttering the name “Sazel” under her breath. The man with the lightning scar gave a trademark venomous grin. The training session had ended. Senjak had failed.

Day Two...

Senjak had not lost determination. In her room, pain became paper, became creation. In the sanctuary of her quarters, behind the sanctuary of a mask, pain was forgotten. Senjak, the palm tree, was bending in the breeze. She refused to break.

A knock came at the door. It was time once again.
Senjak stepped out of her quarters, greeted by the grimacing face of the same inquisitor from yesterday. The two walked down the usual halls, before suddenly the Inquisitor took a sharp turn, dragging the Jedi with him. Before Senjak could react, she was pinned against a wall with the inquisitor’s hot breath on her ear. He spoke in a harsh, whispered tone.
“Alright, listen now and listen close. I don’t care who your father is or what the fuck he says, you should be dead right now, you hear? I’ve been trained all my life to kill kids like you, but can you believe it? I’ve suddenly been told I can’t, just this once.” The inquisitor broke out into a brief burst of insane laughter. “How backwards is that? Do you see how frustrating that is? All because you father is Darth Nar’ah. Disgusting.” A thin smile cracked the man’s face. “That being said, I’m going to have to find my fun elsewhere. Do you understand? Yesterday was just child’s play. A warm-up. Today, you are my toy, Senjak Nar’ah. You hear me? I will break you, understood?”
Senjak did not respond. She had been observing the inquisitor, trying to piece him together.
“Yeah, you understand.” The venomous smile grew. “Alright, come along, Jedi scum. We’ve got training to do.”

Spoiler: psychic dream 2

(beware of the following dream. It deals in unsavory visuals)

“Consider little children. There are not many of them not cute and lovable and precious, sweet as whipped honey and butter. So where do you suppose all the wicked people come from?”

“The wicked people come from the place between sand and stone, in the shadow of uncaring.”

“The wicked like Sazel?”

“Yes, like him.”

“Sazel, the one you killed?”

“...”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say. I know you did it. He was chasing you down the street, throwing stones, right? You threw one back, dropped it right on his head. You could never have picked it up on your own, you did it with your will, correct?”

“...”

“Tell me. When the shadow of that boulder overtook Sazel, did you like his look of confusion? I bet he looked pretty stupid.”

“...no.”

“Did you like the cracking of his skull? When the rock hit the back of his head, there must have been a very loud noise. That sort of sickly sweet sound of sinew and bone being snapped.”

“No!”

“When his body hit the sand, his head squashed like an egg, did you start to shake? I bet you started shaking real good. The adrenaline, the euphoria, it must have been too much for the body of such a little girl. I bet you were shaking and grinning a whole lot while you starred over Sazel’s body. I bet you thought it kind of funny how his body twitched like that. How his fingers seemed to curl and waggle, as if he were still alive, trying to resist the final tugs of death. The death you conjured.”

“NO!”

“For so long, Sazel had been death. He took the life of the helpless just because he could, just because it made him feel good. Any stray not strong enough to join his gang he did dirty. Am I wrong? No, I’m not wrong.
He liked those rocks though, right? He liked smashing with stones. Sazel, death incarnate, who stoned helpless strays for the fun of it.
But in that moment, you had become death and you were the one who wielded the stone. People forget, but stone remembers.”

“WHO ARE YOU?!”

Nebulous darkness dispersed, and faded. A familiar scene unfolded itself like paper around me. I was at the foot of a bed in a small dusty room with one door. I did not have to check the door to know it was locked. I had been here before.
A figure emerged out of a shadowed corner. He was a stout human, with balding hair and a bristly mustache. He wouldn’t stop wringing his dirty hands as he gave me that dangerous smile.
“You did it again, didn’t you?” He managed between wheezes. The caretaker was sweating.
I nodded in response.
“My child. My poor, poor broken child. Why do you continue to sin, to exercise your impurities?”
I did not respond. He sighed.
“You children... The other girls do it too. They, however, aren’t as... receptive to me. Why can’t they see I’m just trying to fix them? I just want to fix you broken kids. Why do the scream and scratch and cry...” The caretaker’s eyes locked with mine. They changed in that moment, darkening to the color of dried blood. A jagged scar rippled across the flesh, arching and branching like lightening. A venomous grin took the caretaker’s now thinly lipped face. He seemed gaunter than usual.
The caretaker took a step closer and used his hand to brush aside my matted brown hair. He cupped my chin and forced me to look up at him. I did not like that. I did not like him this close. I did not like this new face.
When the caretaker spoke again, his voice was different, quieter and full of malice. “But you, my dear Senjak Nar’ah, don’t scream. You never make a peep. I like that.
You don’t even whimper when it hurts. Trust me, I know it hurts sometimes. In order to be fixed, you must endure the pain of your sins.”
He was right. Why didn’t I ever scream? Why did I refuse to let my pain show? I certainly wanted to scream and cry, to tell the caretaker to stop. Even now, as he forced himself on top of me, I did not scream. Pain becomes pain, becomes more pain. This was the house of pain.

A roar of anguish erupted from Senjak. The Jedi had not broken their meditative pose, but even floating above the ground in perfect form, the healer shuttered. Their head was thrown back as if yanked on by an invisible force, and a guttural gurgling of agony bubbled its way into the open air. The shaking began to become more violent as Senjak tried to resist the psychic probing. Their body moved as if being struck by hundreds of unseeable blows. This was a battle already lost, but still Senjak held on. Her mind was being split five ways, twisted and then resculpted.

Hours passed. Senjak failed.

When training ended, Senjak returned to her room immediately. She began mediating, as was now routine, and began starring tomorrow in the face. It was better, she decided, than looking backwards. But tomorrow refused to shed its mask. The Jedi ceased meditation, crumpled a piece of paper into a ball, and threw it against the room’s door. Senjak paused. Why had she done that? Senjak shook her head, and laid down on her cot.
Eventually, sleep found the Jedi, and in sleep came dreams. In dream, ideas were born.

Day three...

Before training began, Senjak took a moment to observe her brother. A small ghost of pride took its place in the back of the Jedi’s mind. Though she did not agree with the training, Senjak was pleased to see her brother excel and adapt so well. He was handling the training well. The healer only wished the same could be said for herself.
Senjak shook her head. Today would be different.

Once again, Senjak assumed her pose, and once again, training began...

Spoiler: Psychic Dream 3

There is no sand. No place between dune and rock. In that place, there was only darkness. Beyond the barriers, beyond the psychic wall, a single mind sat in silence. But there was an imperfection in the mental field, and another mind entered. The will of the lightning scarred man strut towards the core of my mind, the core of my being. But it faded. I disappeared.
The intruder stops. He must stop, for his quarry is absent, his toy now gone.
There was no sand here. This was not like before. It was dark and empty. No wind of emotion blew here, no ghosts for which to puppeteer and haunt. Only silence and confusion lived here.
Then, light. Bright and terrible blue light, followed by the cacophony of thunder. The mind, alone in the dark place, flinched at the sight.
The grumble of thunder subsided, replaced once more with silence. Then, another sound broke the silence, though this one much softer. Paper sliding across the surface of paper.

“What is this, Senjak Nar’ah?” The intruder’s voice echoed into infinity. Only thunder and lightening responded. The will of the intruder flinched again.
“Stop this game at once, I command you!”
This time the sound of paper on paper responded. Then, a steady and completely even voice filled the void. It emitted from absolute nothingness.
“Why do you fear it?”
“What?!”
“Lightening. Why does it scare you? Is it because it hurt you?” Paper sliding on paper.
A growl emitted from the inquisitor. “You have no idea what you’re saying. Bite your tongue, impudent bitch!”
The spaces of silence between the sounds of paper were getting shorter.
“Lightning has no will of its own. Its violence is a coincidence, pure chaos. Only a fool fears chaos, for to fear chaos is to fear existence.”
More paper. It grew louder. The inquisitor had to shout in the psychic space.
“Bitch! You harpy! You nauseating cow! I’ll kill you for this! I’ll decorate this citadel with your guts, you understand?!”
The sound of paper was a constant stream of noise now. Above it’s din, Senjak’s voice boomed.
“Do not fear existence. Do not fear chaos and lightning. There is only one thing to fear.”
The sounds of paper abruptly ceased. The silence was jarring. A voice appeared behind the inquisitor. “All you have to fear, Daiko, is me.”
The inquisitor spun. “How did you know my na-“ the man was silenced by thunder and lightning, striking directly in front of him. The blast became a thousand paper moths that swarmed and flew past inquisitor Daiko. They formed walls, walls to a familiar room. Daiko sat on the foot of a bed, and out of a shadowed corner, approached a stout man...

On the outside, Senjak’s training seemed to begin as normal. She and her five training partners floated as they meditated, the Jedi in the center while the circle of inquisitors surrounded her. However, after only an hour of training, Inquisitor Daiko’s face would noticeably contort into confusion. Even in deep meditation, he physically flinched, several times in fact. As time went on, he grew paler, and the stench of fear surrounded him. The other inquisitors would follow a similar pattern. They struggled and wrested with some psychic anomaly, and began to sweat from the strain and their own mental bombardment. Meanwhile, Senjak appeared fine, completely at ease. In fact, the Jedi betrayed no emotion, no shadow hung over her.

Another hour passed. The inquisitors were still none the wiser to the deception. No longer were they bombarding Senjak, but rather, each other. Their minds were stuck in a loop, twisted and knotted in their own psychic web. They we blind to their own undoing.
Senjak eventually ceased meditation, and gently landed upon the ground. She removed herself from the circle, and dispassionately strode toward her father. She stopped less then five feet from the man.
“You will need more men.” The Jedi’s voice was reminiscent of a droid repeating a preprogrammed statement. Senjak was hollow, no more sand or ghosts haunted the Jedi. She had temporarily gifted those to the Inquisitors.
shadowz1995 Longhead

 

[shadowz1995]

This was not the first time that Darth Nar'ah was pleased by the quick progress of apprentices. This was the first time, however, that the pace and progress made by apprentices actually caused him some amount of excitement. Senjak and Kaiser were developing much faster than he could have ever hoped for. Kaiser had made the most improvement. It was expected due to the fact that he knew next to nothing about the ways of the force. However, as he learned in the short 72 hours, he started to develop abilities of his own. The first of Kaiser's true abilities that developed seemed to be foresight. The boy's
body was hammered over and over again by endless waves of Sith apprentices. During those waves, in short bursts, Shesun would notice that the boy was moving differently. His reflexes were impressive but at times he would move before the next attack even began. By the end of the three days time, Kaiser was seemingly able to use foresight naturally and instinctively. A curious development of the force for someone so.... raw. Perhaps Kaiser's attunement with the force was far deeper the Shesun originally realized. The boy wasn't just raw power. There was genuine talent for the intricacies of the force in there, buried underneath the bravado and pride.

The apprentice the Kaiser had recently pummeled into unconsciousness did not stir from his forced slumber but this did not stop the others from regaining their feet and launching another assault.

At least, they would have.

Some unseen force had knocked the wind out of each and every Sith apprentice that surrounded Kaiser. Simultaneously, they fell to their knees, clutching at their chests as if something was flattening their lungs. All at once, that pressure was released and the cries and gasps of apprentices came with the air rushing back into their lungs followed by fits of coughing and retching. Shesun Nar'ah stood as stoically as ever, with his arms crossed merely observing. One arm uncrossed and beckoned the boy to approach, "You're training here is done, Kaiser. You have successfully gone through a training session with the advantage against multiple opponents and managed to contain your rage in the process."

An approving, albeit small, smile graced the man's lips before he spoke his next words. "Your progress is alarmingly quick. For that, I must give you your well-deserved praise."

"I'm genuinely impressed, My Son. As I have been in these past three days, I will show you something new. I-"

Before the Sith lord could finish his sentence, Senjak approached asking for more opponents and the faint smile grew into a genuine grin that had not grace Shesun's features in decades. "Well done, My child." The man's yellowed- eyes flicked between the twins in what almost seemed like genuine curiosity. "The bond betwixt you is stronger than I had originally thought it seems. When one tastes triumph, so does the other." Shesun now turned his attention to the female twin, his eyes examining exactly what she had done to the other inquisitors. "You took a Jedi principle....and applied in a rather wicked way, Senjak." The look in the pale man's eyes as he found hers revealed that, unlike her brother, this outcome was completely within his expectations.

"I never said your training was to turn their attacks on themselves and make them fight their deepest fears. Merely to resist their assaults."

"It seems there is more genuine willingness to harm others within you than you care to admit."

With that said, Shesun took a step towards his daughter and put a finger in the center of her chest, "There is deep-rooted darkness within you, my daughter. You are more like me than you know."

"That being said...."

It should have come without surprise that Shesun was aware of what was going on within his own walls. He knew the unnecessary harassment that Senjak was being subjected to in the last three days and he also knew what was going on within the training. What was being said... what was being seen. Of course, this also meant that he heard the exact threats that were thrown Senjak's way after she had turned them against each other. Had the words been said in fear and anger, Shesun wouldn't have bothered.

The problem was that they were genuine.

It seemed this inquisitor had forgotten his place.

It seemed this inquisitor forgot exactly who was in charge.

The ring of Sith Inquisitors were still locked in their endless loop of psychic carnage against each other. Darth Nar'ah took slow, deliberate steps until he was face to face with the very same Sith Lord who promised to perform all kinds of acts upon Senjak. Shesun was calm and nothing in his body language suggested anything violent. But with the twins now better trained to the attunement of the dark side, it was as clear as day that Darth Nar'ah fully intended to slaughter the man before him.

Without warning, lightning sprung to life in Shesun's right hand. The raw power of the electricity was enough to make the very air hum with energy. Each individual finger seemed to act like a Tesla Coil for the dark power. The Dark Lord pulled his arm back slowly and without warning, plunged it into the Inquisitor's unarmored gut. His hand met no resistance and passed clean into the man's belly but not through. That was not Shesun's target.

What he wanted was the long coils of intestines on the inside.

Blood spilled freely and it was only after Shesun grasped the viscera in his pale hand that the Inquisitor's eyes flashed open in terror and agony.

"I believe you said something along the lines 'I'll decorate the citadel with your guts." ? I shall do just that. For you daring to defy me. Even within a dream."

The arm was pulled out with one sharp movement along with the gore grasped in his fist. The disgusting sucking sound of flesh ripped asunder from the inside filling the still air, coupling the smell of charred flesh and skin. The Dark Lord pivoted on his heel and sent a torrent of lightning into another inquistor whose fate was sealed in a flash of lightning and muscle spasms. They both had full intention to do unsanctioned harm to Shesun's pupils and so, everyone was reminded of exactly why Darth Nar'ah was not someone to disobey.

With the two sudden deaths, the circle was broken and the inquisitors were freed from their mental prisons. Though the sight of two dead comrades was not a welcome one....

"As promised, take these two and string them up on the walls. In pieces."

Needless to say, the inquisitors looked to their fallen comrades and back to Shesun in disbelief. Incredulity. When his orders weren't heeded, Darth Nar'ah's eyes shifted from yellow to complete red. His expression remained hard, indifferent, and cold as always but there was very real rage and bloodlust coming off of him. Shesun was wearing it like a cloak, adding to his already stifling presence.

"Now...."

He said softly. Sure enough, that's all that needed to be said to encourage the inquisitors to set to work at dismembering the bodies of their former comrades and then nailing them to the training room walls. Judging by the holes sporadically pushed into the walls...

It was suffice to say that this wasn't the first time this has happened.

Croaker Longhead

 

[SpaceDandy]

After Orimos took half the children off the ship he was still in the med bay when Athena chimed in, “Orimos’s ship has just taken off should I take off as well?” Atlas was watching the medical droid continue the autopsy when he shook his head yes. “Make it so.” He said with a sigh. He felt the ship shutter as it began take of sequences. After a moment the door to the med bay slide open and Jedi Knight Lyyr walked in with determination in her stride. “Who is flying this bucket of bolts?” Atlas turned back to her with a small level of contempt for interrupting him. Lyyr noticed the dead naked corps of a woman on the table and took a step back with a visible display of disgust. “I have….an Auto-Pilot system in place it will take us to a safe house on Nar Shaddaa. Please wait in the main area with the children and I will be with you shortly to get some information from you. While we are in route I will contact the Jedi Counsel and ensure a representative meets us to take you and the children to safety.” He said with a tone of finality to it giving off the hint there was nothing left to be said. Lyyr’s eyes narrowed at Atlas in a clear display of distrust. “I will need to get some information from you as well.” she stated with venom in her voice.

After a short time the medical droid pulled out the remains of the additional hardware in Hera’s brain. The medical Droid placed it in a glass medical jar and sealed it passing it to Atlas. Athena ran a few scans on it and came back with a conclusion. “Atlas the device you see before you looked like this.” She stated as a small 3D display of the device materialized on the table next to Hera’s Corps. It was a machine that looked like a centipede. “The device would enter via the sinus passage into the brain and nestle itself to one side implanting itself into the target tapping into their auditory senses. It could then be triggered to explode of cause excoriating pain by a change of neurotransmitters or an auditory keyword. This device has the markings of a Schar design and would have been sold to the Empire.” She stated.


Atlas sighed deeply doubts began to circulated in his mind about Hera’s traitorous act. It was possible she was captured by Schar and then sent back to do the Empire’s bidding. Unfortunately he did not have access to her recent mission assignments. The SIS worked on a need to know bases. Atlas pulled up what information the SIS had on the Schar. The criminal organization had an affinity for illegal technology. He had remembered that their leader was a slightly androgynous looking person by the name of Feather. It was believed that Feather was male but that was not 100% confirmed. Feather also indulged in the pleasures of the flesh with relish. That would make sense they would send Hera undercover then to infiltrate Schar. She had had many talents and one was being able to satisfy desires of the flesh… There was a list of known associates and known support for the Empire. Feather was known to be ruthless to his enemies and rewarded his allies well…as long as it suited him. Atlas had Athena display an image of Feather. The young man…or woman was pleasing on the eyes with a level of cemetery to the face. He could see a burning passion for power in Feather’s eyes that was made clear even in the image displayed before him. Atlas noted they were in need of smugglers, he might have to go pay Feather a visit. He might be able to get a contact and recommendation on Narr Shaddaa sent to the Schar to get a smuggling job with them and work his way in to find out what happened to Hera. He needed to find a... Par'Chin was the word they used in Schar. A footnote on the bottom of the dossier noted that Feather had a medical condition of some type not specified are known at this time. He would need to talk to Orimos about this when he got to Narr Shaddaa.

Atlas went out into the main area and began assigning sleeping quarters to the kids and Lyyr. Atlas questioned Lyyr and the kids and had determined that they had all been kidnaped from different parts of the galaxy and were on the last leg of their trip to the empire. It was obvious what the Sith wanted with the younglings. The best way to cripple an opponent would be to cutting into the next generation of Jedi to weaken their position and bolster their own. He had heard that Shesun Nar’ah was attempting to grow a Sith army…. What nefarious reasons he would want Lyyr could only be guessed at; slave, sex toy, or breeding stock? Atlas contacted the Jedi Counsel using a special encrypted channel the SIS kept for them. Some Jedi looked down on the SIS because of the tactics we used. They claimed using the tricks of the dark side will only lead to our downfall. Atlas wanted to tell the sexless philosophers to grow up and live in the real galaxy. The Jedi said they would have someone pick up the packages at the safe-house on Narr Shaddaa. Atlas then contacted the SIS and straightened out his situation as Hera had put a rouge status on him. He sent over all the data from his interactions with her to the rescue of the Jedi younglings.

After all was settled Atlas got the kids and Lyrr settled in as they were in hyperspace after clearing up the situation with the Jedi and the SIS. Atlas began drinking to unwind, he had lost a friend and a mentor today. As he continued his drinking he began looking into Orimos’s dossier. So he was from House Mir on Mandalore….interesting…..

After docking at the main main port at Narr Shaddaa he got a call from the Jedi........

 

[Longhead]

It was apparent that Kaiser’s foresight was perfected quite yet, and that was expected. He did not foresee or anticipate the other apprentices getting back up to their feet, all ready to have another go at Kaiser. He wasn’t completely spent. He could’ve afforded to go another round he thought, but fortunately, he didn’t have too. Before they could even take their first collective step towards him, all of their lungs seemed to stop working all at once. The thought that maybe they all had horrible asthma made a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly pushed it to the back of his mind. It was clearly the Sith lord in the room, demonstrating how he liked to say ‘stop’.

Three days of training had done a lot for him. He was an ‘okay’ fighter at best, before, but constantly taking beatings had done a lot for his reflexes. He quickly found the necessary speed he needed to beat out the apprentices. He even picked up a few moves from the apprentices he was fighting. As far as he was aware, the formal training at the Sith academy included some kind of martial arts. They were nothing like the brawler Kaiser was before. While his body improved, so did his grasp of the Force. He wasn’t much better at controlling what he did, but he got good enough by Darth Nar’ah’s standards. After three days his training was over, and he couldn’t decide for himself whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing. He was all for training by himself, yeah, but as much as he hated to admit it, training with himself was boring, and it was also slower. He would get much better at fighting if he kept fighting the apprentices here, but if he meditated on his own, who knows what other abilities he might be able to get ahold of?

He got the precognition that he was going to learn something new, in fact he heard Darth Nar’ah specifically say ‘I will show you something new’ before he actually said it, and the way he cut himself off at the end of his sentence merely made it sound like he stuttered. Kaiser snickered, but before his laugh could become uncontrollable, he heard his Senjak’s request for more Inquisitors. The inquisitor’s didn’t look scary on their own, but when they all floated in a circle around Senjak, it freaked him out just a bit. He didn’t like the training they did, and prayed to whatever higher power there was he didn’t have to do it himself. The occasional scream he heard was enough to put a knot in his stomach.

He realized that he was still mounted on the unconscious apprentice, his hand still gripping his throat with an equal amount of strength as he did before his father intervened. The adrenaline wasn’t totally out of his system, but he knew if oxygen didn’t get to the brain it could cause some permanent damage. With that thought in mind, he withdrew, getting off of him completely to stand. Hopefully he didn’t harm him anymore than he had intended.

Speaking of harm. He had completely tuned out his father when he turned to speak to his sister, but the flashing light show that was produced from lightning drew his attention to the rest of the people in the room. He found himself quickly averting his eyes before Darth Nar’ah impaled an Inquisitor. He had seen death in his lifetime, but often it had been quick, and the heat of a blaster bolt easily cauterized any wound, so there was little blood. Part of him was grateful that people hardly ever bled to death when they were shot. Dying slowly is a pre-mortem curse. But seeing the wounds burned over made sure that he wasn’t accustomed to extreme gore.

“How..superfluous.”

Instead of leaving it on that note, he continued, changing the subject to something a little less important. “There’s something I wanted to ask about though. It’s not anythin’ serious, but like. I wouldn’t think Kaas gets escape pods often. I don’t know when, or if it already happened, but I think someone’s here..on the planet, I mean. Not in here, obviously. The energy around him feels like yours, just…” He paused, trying to think of a phrase to describe it. “Not as angry.” He finished. “It’s sure as hell not serene though. It’s a uh..”

“What do you call those people who can use the Force again? Bah! You know what I mean. I saw it last night when I was winding down, clearing my head." He tapped two fingers on his temple to further emphasize.

Croaker shadowz1995