When Darkness Falls
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darthexedo Six Years Ago
"Make sure the ship is ready to go when I get back. I won't be long." Setekh was dressed wholly unlike his normal flamboyant style in plain black apprentice's robes with a plain saberstaff. He pulled the hood of the robe up over his head. "I want to leave as soon as I get back. Have the lieutenant check in with the officer on duty, they should be holding a new power converter for me. Get it and have the droid begin to install it."
Nuro bowed. "Yes, my lord. After...?"
"We'll talk then." Setekh's face softened and he turned to leave the ship. "Be ready for my return."
"Yes, my lord." The twi'lek smiled and turned back to his datapad, his lekku draped across his shoulders and over the chair.
Even the air felt different on Dromund Kaas. The dark side had always been strong here, and even as a child he felt it, but now the storms hido something else, something familiar. Very familiar. Arannek wasn't trying to hide. It put Setekh on edge. He remembered clearly every moment with Arannek at the end. He remembered the lightsaber he buried in Arannek's chest. It had, until weeks prior, belonged to his uncle.
His uncle had been growing old, growing soft in his old age, but Setekh still felt a chill as he mounted a speeder and headed into the jungle from the spaceport. Arannek had defied Setekh and defied death once before. If he was back now, it could only be for revenge. Setekh would take no chances. He would kill the apprentices, destroy their work, and be back in his ship and on his way to the Outer Rim before anyone knew he was there.
As he slipped from his speeder outside Kaas City, he quietly slipped from view.
((To be continued...))
"Make sure the ship is ready to go when I get back. I won't be long." Setekh was dressed wholly unlike his normal flamboyant style in plain black apprentice's robes with a plain saberstaff. He pulled the hood of the robe up over his head. "I want to leave as soon as I get back. Have the lieutenant check in with the officer on duty, they should be holding a new power converter for me. Get it and have the droid begin to install it."
Nuro bowed. "Yes, my lord. After...?"
"We'll talk then." Setekh's face softened and he turned to leave the ship. "Be ready for my return."
"Yes, my lord." The twi'lek smiled and turned back to his datapad, his lekku draped across his shoulders and over the chair.
Even the air felt different on Dromund Kaas. The dark side had always been strong here, and even as a child he felt it, but now the storms hido something else, something familiar. Very familiar. Arannek wasn't trying to hide. It put Setekh on edge. He remembered clearly every moment with Arannek at the end. He remembered the lightsaber he buried in Arannek's chest. It had, until weeks prior, belonged to his uncle.
His uncle had been growing old, growing soft in his old age, but Setekh still felt a chill as he mounted a speeder and headed into the jungle from the spaceport. Arannek had defied Setekh and defied death once before. If he was back now, it could only be for revenge. Setekh would take no chances. He would kill the apprentices, destroy their work, and be back in his ship and on his way to the Outer Rim before anyone knew he was there.
As he slipped from his speeder outside Kaas City, he quietly slipped from view.
((To be continued...))
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Date: 2015-11-29 04:26 am (UTC)What it was to accomplish was no less than the total takeover and subjugation of another sentient mind, made possible by the ghost's power in the dark side and the artifact's mind and soul-numbing qualities. The ghost wanted to live again, and he had a specific sentient in mind. A sentient that even now left the spaceport and was headed to Kaas City.
Jaroste knelt to check on the artifact, then called out, "Surrar, make sure the patients have all been taken to the transport and to our bunker lab. I just got word from our Master's spy in the spaceport. Setekh is here. We don't want to give him any more targets than we have to."
The Zabrak gave a cocky grin. "If he's as pathetic as the Master said..."
"He's an assassin and he managed to kill our Master. Assume he is more than a match for you and go from there," Jaroste snapped. "The patients."
"The droids loaded the last of them on the transport ten minutes ago. It should be just us and the droid here now."
"And me." The rasping mechanical voice of their Master came from a dark corner of the lab. Red eyes glowed, and then heavy metallic footfalls sounded. A being that was more machine than organic stepped into the light. There were devices to make the dead lungs work, make the heart beat, create every semblance of life, but the Force knew better and it grew ever harder for Arannek to command the body that insisted on dying. "We won't have much time. Make sure you are ready and don't take any stupid risks. I don't need you showing off, or you will become my next body." He glared at Surrar and pointed a clawed droid arm. "My nephew is not to be underestimated."
"Yes, my lord." Surrar bowed his head.
"Good. Now get me hooked up. We won't have much time once Setekh is captured."
Jaroste moved and patted a bed next to the artifact. "Here, my lord." He knelt and retrieved what looked like a spiked crown, and when Arannek sat down and removed his helm, he placed it on the Pureblood's head, against his sallow, thinning skin. Arannek's cloudy eyes didn't so much as blink when the crown's spikes punctured his skin. He laid back, breathing labored without his mask. "Be ready. He will...come here."
"Yes, my lord." Both apprentices spoke in unison, reaching for their lightsabers.