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Post by Bandari on Tue Jul 23, 2019 12:59 pm

Dathomir

From within his cave, he could see. Generations of sentients had come and gone, all of them drawn to what emanated from beneath them, what he could not control. Now, the world was far from what it had been, centuries of war over its resources - both in terms of its populations, and otherwise - and the once dense jungle was withered and dying, settlements long abandoned. Yet he still saw, just the same. He had seen the rise and fall of empires, of republics, of those who wield the Force one way and those who wield it another. It was always distant, even when it was close, yet now, as he looked deeper, he was met with searing light.

And then, he heard. He heard the pain. It was coming for him. Something, somewhere, somehow, had been alerted to his presence. Whether they knew of him or not was not something he could see, or hear. He would have to find out.

His eyes opened, and for the first time in years, he stood, his muscles cramping, having been kept from atrophy by willpower alone. His blades remained sharp, and for the first time in centuries, he picked them up, feeling the pressure of the rear of the crescent shapes against his greying, dried skin. He noticed, as he ran a withered hand over his head and face, refamiliarising himself with memories of the sensation of touch, that he had developed small horns on the top of his head. The influence of the Zabrak had been stronger on him than he had thought. Even without the means to view his own reflection, although he could have seen himself in the pools of water that collected from the rains that seeped through closer to the surface, he knew he was still honouring the faces of his parents, without any memory of either of them. For it had been at least twenty thousand years since their corporeal forms last walked on a planet in the galaxy that he could see.

Whatever it was drew closer, the light growing brighter and more painful, the noise piercing deeper into his skull. He did not want to shut it out just yet. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed a change of pace.
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Post by Emperor Cadamor on Wed Jul 24, 2019 10:52 am

The shuttle ripped through storm clouds, the roaring red engines casting crimson-stained shadows along dry, open land below. Black metal fins swung around the ship, flanking its descent as it kicked up clouds of dust and sand in the lilac night air. The shuttle came to rest along the wall of the wild jungle, settling in the shade of the gigantic uneti trees that mark the edges of the blue wastes. There was no insignia on the vessel, no markings, nothing that indicated the long journey it had made or what it hid inside.

Steam poured out of the ship as the boarding ramp lowered to the patched earth below. In the stillness of the wasteland, there were marching boots now coming into the fading light. Two rows of ten red-skinned aliens, each with large horns twisting above or around their skulls, carefully moving together onto the world. Each of them were adorned in golden bronze plates across their chest and dark brown warrior’s garb, some clutching long silver-blue spears and others with halberds and pole-arms. In their ranks, they possessed strange dark tattoos and markings and no two armors were alike, but each warrior was broad-chested, quiet, and menacing.

From the top of the ramp, the Dark Lord of the Sith emerged in stillness and shadows. He stood a head taller than the largest warrior, his horns stretched out high above him towards the twilight sky. He had florid crimson skin with fierce bone spurs on his chin and chest. His eyes were pale white, the edges of invisible irises glowing faintly yellow as they surveyed the desolate world.

“Do you sense it, mykalun?” A dark, guttural voice spoke from within the belly of the ship. It was another of the red-skinned Ankgorian but this one was tall and lean, clad in black silk robes with golden lining. Umbarat approached his master, kneeling before the mykalun, his God-King, and Emperor.

Darth Cadamor descended. His black armor shone in the rising moon as tiny pieces of the Orbalisk shifted across his chest. The planet was quiet. The jungle stirred ahead of them, but the Sith could feel the decay festering on Dathomir. Many of the Nightsisters has fled the world to find shelter in his growing Empire, bringing both their wild and tamed rancors. Cadamor moved past his subjects and approached the jungle’s veil.

"The world aches." Umbarat said.

"It has awakened." The Emperor's voice was honeyed and low. "Deal with the witches." Their Matron still hid on this world, regrowing and protecting her followers as they healed their wounds bought in the Inquisition. He recalled their ferocity fighting the Galactic Triumvirate as their dark magics ripped apart their enemies. His apprentice would meet with the Mother, but most importantly cover the Dark Lord's true intentions on the desolate world.

Umbarat bowed low before moving back towards the ship, a single disk-shaped speeder-bike slowly moving towards the faded forest floor. It hissed to life as the Sith apprentice rocketed out into the growing darkness. Cadamor reached out through the Force, feeling it's tendrils grip and move across the world. He had sensed it from across the galaxy. Something stirring on the witch's world, though it's nature eluded him. A wound in the Force or perhaps an echo, something strange and unnatural brimming with darkness and malice.

"You will bring it to me." The Emperor said as the trees before him shifted and swayed in his presence, clearing a path ahead. "Hidden in the base of the mountains above, find the cave." The warriors each stiffened before moving together swiftly into the fog of the forest. The Dark Lord remained still, letting the night air chill him as he meditated on the rot building on the world, a sliver of his soul mourning the warriors he sent to their sure death.


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Post by Bandari on Wed Jul 24, 2019 11:34 am

He had not felt a presence like this in such proximity for a long time. Many powerful beings had come to Dathomir over the centuries, attracted to the natural harmony of the beasts of the world and the way they existed with the Force, unwittingly or knowingly. The raw power that could be fed upon often corrupted those who were not prepared for it, and equally, could fuel the more ambitious among those who could harness it. The one who had come to the world - more than one, as it was, but one presence stood out far beyond any other, the piercing tip of the arrowhead now burrowing towards him - was clearly powerful. And yet, for the strength that lashed out with every step, there was something broken about it.

For the first time in a thousand years, the sound of voices echoed through the cave. Many had been drawn to it, seldom knowing of the existence of this particular network, but caves were commonplace on the world, eroded into existence by the bouts of rainfall and the roots of the jungle trees that had long since died. Around the entrance to this cave, the trees were always twisted and withered, even when the world was lush and green. Those who stumbled unawares upon it, not attuned to the Force and how it steered them there, still could sense that something was off. An intuition that made hairs stand on necks, sent shivers down spines, and raised hair follicles on skin. They never dared venture inside.

Those that did sense the power within and did attempt to seek it out usually did so alone. The furthest one had ventured had been too long for him to remember, and although he tried, no communication had been possible. The creature had attacked, and it had been slain. In that moment, Bandari remembered his name.

Bandari did not seek conflict. He had seen countless war, all from within the cave. He had been birthed into a galaxy about to descend into war, back when peoples were first traversing the stars and mapping them out to claim territory for themselves; an endeavour that had, when the first clashes began, set a near perpetual state of warfare into motion. The galaxy was broken too, and so many had tried and failed to successfully undertake the mission of putting it back together again.

At times, the sun would filter through small openings in the caves and provide a red light, at others, the moon might reflect on the water pools and provide a silver light in the darkness, Bandari remembered. He had not opened his eyes for so long, he had forgotten what it was like to see. The caves were not particularly complicated, as some could be, and it would not take someone that long to find their way to his chamber if they were able to overcome the stifling nature of his presence. He didn't know what he himself felt like, how it was to see him or hear him. That was one of the few things he had never been able to understand.

The voices grew louder and words, although Bandari did not understand them, became more audible. As he saw and listened to the galaxy, he had learned thousands of languages, many now extinct, as the Force manifested itself in images and patterns in his brain so that he could understand more clearly what he was seeing. This was a tounge he did not know, but he instantly recognised the look of those who spoke it - tall, red skinned, horned. Like Devaronians, but rippling with far greater physical presence, and far less capable mentally. Although no race had come close to achieving their capacity. Not since the Rakata. The humans were different. Humans continued to raise the bar of their own capability. That was one of the most fascinating things to Bandari.

Small beams of light became visible as the group of beings moved closer, utilising personal light sources, likely attached to weapons. Bandari knew that this would be a conflict as soon as that light had first pierced his vision, which was why he now crouched atop the rock that made for the centre of his chamber, atop the biggest of the water pools, his grey skin illumined by the light from above. Clenched into fists, he held the full hand-sized grip of his weapons, which had a clasp that wrapped around his lean forearms. The hilt was part of an ornately decorated centre, from which a pair of blades extended in a crescent shape, one going under his arm, the other extending out. Unlike many weapons, his blades were not retractable, nor did they vibrate. They were made with a metal twisted by the Force, mined elsewhere but refined on Korriban under the rule of Naga Sadow, and Bandari did not remember how he had come to possess them. They were his crescents, and he had named them Wax and Wane.

The voices grew closer. To his disappointment, Bandari quickly realised that the power he had sensed earlier was not among them. Yet as he realised this, his excitement grew. To have the willpower to drive minions into the cave, and keep them descending the few dozen metres to meet him in his chamber, indicated that this being was even more powerful than he had anticipated. In the past, strong Force users had come to try and seek him out, and never had they been able to encourage others to make the descent. The only ones that could were non-organics, and it was easy to fry the circuitry of a droid.

Recently, Bandari remembered, one of his own kin had been on the world. The scent of a Talortai was unmistakable. Yet just as quickly as it had arrived, it had vanished. Bandari always wondered what became of that one. It had been the last time he had considered leaving his cave. But he had not even opened his eyes. Now, his eyes were fixed on the entrance to his chamber and the beams of light, growing ever closer, the voices clearly perceptible. There were tremors to them, pressed down underneath as each individual tried to cover the unease they felt. Bandari extended his presence along the ripples in the Force that these beings were inadvertently feeling, sensitive or no, to turn that unease into fear. To make them question why they were there, to doubt one another, to dream of home and safety. And above all, to challenge the authority of the one who had sent them to Bandari. It would be a fine test of that seemingly-so-potent willpower.
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Post by Emperor Cadamor on Wed Jul 24, 2019 2:48 pm

The Force stirred, its presence shifting across the night air like waves of heat in the evening chill. The Emperor moved onto the jungle floor, engulfed in it’s shadows as his long steps lead him towards the mountain base. Through his mind, he saw his subjects descend into the depths of the cave and felt the spark now spreading through their mind. He felt their rising fear, the darkness consuming them as they each slowed their progress. This wound he had sensed, it filled the shadows with fear and poured it's malice into the earth. The Dark Lord bared his teeth in a smile.

This lengthy journey had been arduous, the Galactic Alliance's firm grip on the Core had prevented travel along the Hydian Way. The Sith was forced to move through the obscurity of Hutt Space and carefully traveled along the edges of the Rim to seek out a secret hidden in the Force. The Dark Side had been reborn as Cadamor shaped it into his image out along the Outer Rim, yet the strength of the Angkorian Empire was fledgling. His firm grip commanded the world, mercilessly rooting out any who stood against him, even with his tumultuous peace with the Jedi. All paths to the darkness, any open wound to the Force, or great source of power and fear was both threat and treasure to the Emperor. He had come to assess whatever stirred on this world. It would bend itself to his will, in this life or the one beyond.

The entrance to the cave came into sight, the broken and bent jungle capped the open maw of the cavern and spilled out darkness before him. Fear radiated from inside, like the deep bellows of the world opened beneath him. He touched the trees, through the Force he felt his warriors' steel nerves teeter beneath a hidden gentle hand. It burned away at their steadfastness, burrowing into their mind. The Dark Lord opened his presence to his forces, feeling their fear and letting it fester. He allowed it to engulf them. Using the spark of fear as a furnace, burning into them until it was reforged as rage and anger. In the depths of darkness, hidden in the shadows, they would mercilessly slaughter whatever stood between the wishes of the Emperor, even one another.

In the depths of Angkor, where the Nexus of dark power grew, the Dark Lord had intertwined himself with the krin'desh to commune with ancient Lords of the Sith who had unsealed the mighty power in Cadamor. In this time, the dark one called Ajunta Pall had shown the new Sith how his firm command of the Massassi castes in times long before the Galactic Empire shaped the galaxy and how they had come to serve the Sith lords. Their own desire and fear subjugated themselves. In their pursuit of the Sith's godliness, they would serve their master without question, as the Angkorian had became malleable in the new Dark Lord of the Sith's hands.

In the back of each warrior's mind, they would feel the specter of their Emperor's power growing. He opened his presence in the Force, like a growing fire that moved through the cave, placing pressure onto their skulls. An unseen presence with whispers of their victory, and assuring the price for failure.
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Post by Bandari on Wed Jul 24, 2019 3:44 pm

The unit of soldiers the Emperor had sent into the cave were experienced, battle-hardened and hand-picked for their personal commitment to the Emperor and his cause. Each of them had demonstrated going above and beyond in the field to serve the Empire. They had been in battles that seemed impossible to survive, had witnessed - and caused - first hand some of the most horrific things imaginable. For all the steely resolve that had been built up within each of them, none of them could shake the feeling of unease as they entered the caves.

They talked and joked amongst themselves as they scouted the various tunnels. They hadn't been told to expect combat, and nothing here indicated any sign of life. It wasn't the first time that Barindall had been deployed on a glorified fetch quest for the Emperor, and he doubted it would be the last. The Emperor was always seeking out relics and resources that might give him more of a personal or larger scale edge. The conversations and jokes, however, felt more and more forced as they descended deeper into the cave, the natural light from the opening gradually fading, each man relying more on the flashlights attached to their blasters, and night vision equipment on their personal HUDs, though not every one of them enjoyed using such technology.

Barindall was not one such soldier. He took every advantage he could get when it came to deployments. He had no problem using stims, and would gladly spend thousands of his wages if it meant a minor improvement to his armour or weapons or other equipment. Here, he was last in line, and so he was the last to feel the wave of despair that hit the unit like a bolt of ice. Whispers that rapidly multiplied and grew louder until they became a cacophany of screeches.

From behind, although there was nothing there, a sudden burst of energy enveloped the men, the familiar presence of the Emperor himself bolstering each one of them. Barindall became distinctly aware that he was now himself a battlefield, a battle of wits between the Emperor and whatever it was this cave was home to.

Barindall... he has betrayed you... he promised you safety... a means to support your wife... children... yet you are nothing to him... nothing... he has sent you here to die...

Ten years of combat experience counted for nothing as Barindall froze in his tracks. The voice addressing him was so clear it was as if it was spoken from within his own skull. It was like no voice he had ever heard, both singular and a chorus at the same time, and some of the strands of voices sounded familiar, like his father, his wife, his son. In front of him, some of the men had dropped to their knees, others clutching their heads. One had turned away to be sick. Yet gradually, they began to regain their composure, training setting in and the Emperor's presence both intimidating and strangely comforting.

M'uudai turned and took Barindall's arm to yank him out of his trance-like state and on. The troop's descent had stopped and the tunnel had widened, a chamber visible some twenty feet ahead, illuminated by a few of the late sun's rays trickling through, casting it in an eerie blood red. The whispers that had previously pierced through his very being were now little more than the rustle and whistle of the wind.

Barindall had taken no fewer than three steps further when his blood seemed to freeze in his veins. Again he was engulfed in the intimately familiar yet utterly alien voice.

Barindall... I can save you... they don't know what you have done... they don't know you spared the girl... they could find out... he would kill you if he knew... but I can save you... save your family... you have been sent here to die... but you can live... if you follow my voice... follow my voice...

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Bandari was still crouched atop the rock as the men approached the chamber, enshrouded in the Force, using it to redirect light and make it appear as if he was not there. Only when a soldier's light source inadvertently passed over him, revealing a shadow, did he make his move. But that was not before Barindall raised his blaster and shot M'uudai in the back of the head.

The trooper who had seen - although he had not truly laid eyes upon Bandari - opened his lips to emit a brief cry of alarm that was almost immediately cut short by Wane passing through his neck and Wax piercing his gut. In that moment, Bandari resolved to leave one alive, if it was possible, but if the battle concluded and none remained, that would not be so bad either.
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Post by Emperor Cadamor on Wed Jul 24, 2019 7:47 pm

With closed eyes, The Emperor felt the spirt of the world shift. Long ago, guided by ancient spirts, he had been gifted in using the Dark Side to connect with his home world of Angkor and the worlds of its system. Dathomir has once been as wild, as untamable, yet now its heart had faded into decay, like tar stuck in its veins. The wound he sensed, a parasite bending the will of the Force around itself, had awoken. It sent shifts through the sides of the mountain, imperceptible to all but Cadamor. This power was mighty and perhaps malleable.

As the echoes dissipated, death remained as a foul stench wafting from below. Angkorian blood now intertwined with this distant world, the warriors of the Dark Lord all slain. His eyes slowly rose, a flood of the Force retreating back into his body.

Bandari

The word had come moving across the wind, carrying with it the same sensation as the cave. The Force revealed itself and the Dark Lord reveled in it. His hand outstretched before him, sharp black nails aimed below. He was Sith, consecrated by the ancient ones, and life was his to command. He reached for life below him, pouring his will into the earth. The ground shifted below him, pieces of mud and dirt breaking apart as small slivers of lights began wriggling out from the cave’s entrance. Thousands of small, insignificant forces, the glow worms squirmed and slid into a path before the Emperor, casting an unnatural blue light ahead. He entered the cave, hearing small pops as his boots squished beneath him.

The path of light lead Cadamor through the caves, as he rewatched the battle in his mind. Through the warriors eyes, he replayed it until he could feel the presence of the room. The large belly of the cave, where the stone seemed to shape around whatever resided within. He could see the chamber, see the slain Angkorian lying in blood.

Deep below the earth, each of the warrior’s bodies began to shift. A dominating golden light shone through their eyes as they began to rise up from the ground. Their contorted bodies formed a circle loosely around the cave entrance. Their voices came together in harmony, though only light came pouring from their open mouths as the words floated in Bandari’s mind.

Ready yourself, Bandari, for the presence of the Dark Lord. He is Sith’ari, the mykalun, Ender of Ages, the Sith Empire reborn.

Darth Cadamor entered the cavern. The other stood before him, a strange thing like a spirt birthed from the mountain itself. It felt familiar to him, like the presence of the krin'desh. Ancient, lingering in the warmth of power. An amalgamation, a wound, an echo. The Dark Lord outstretched his hand and pure white lighting struck through the cave, flying as it charred through the husks of the warriors, who fell back to the floor lifeless.

"You bear the scars of pain, of divinity." His voice hung in the room like thick fog. "Aimless. For eons."
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Post by Bandari on Wed Jul 24, 2019 10:41 pm

It was like ecstasy. When in front of him, the creature - or creatures, as this one played host to a colony of orbalisks, parisitical creatures that many had intentionally allowed to feast in order to tap into the additional strength they could bring - was quite beautiful, in the way that power is beauty. And when Bandari heard his own name, not only did it affirm his memories, which he always second guessed, but it made him feel truly alive. This was a being who had somehow found him, looking for him specifically. He marvelled at how such a thing had been possible, and how he had not seen it. His mouth parted, his thin lips revealing small, sharp, pointed teeth, the upper half of his jaw protruding with faintly avian distinction, though nothing like the full beaks that full Talortai developed.

"And you bear the arrogance of one who believes they are different."

He was a little surprised as the strength of his own voice, a low growl, but an unbroken one, despite his vocal cords not having been used in such a way for decades. He knew how this type of confrontation would go. The back-and-forth was a means for this man of Angkor to size him up, to calculate potential weaknesses, to devise a strategy. Bandari was quite content to allow him to do that. Nothing would make a difference in the path of his inevitable victory.

Bandari had seen the galaxy, past, present and future, and he had seen himself within it, past, present and future. He knew he would exist, hundreds of years from now, because he had seen it. Chances of death in this moment, therefore, were null. Although the Force was fluid, its very nature meant that the long term would always be fulfilled, one way or another, and sentients only had the means to change the very short term. Things were as they were, had been as they had been, and would be as they would be, because they had to. One way or another.

Yet, for all that, he could not help himself but be impressed at the display of power before him. The lightning was a parlour trick, nothing to any seasoned Force user. But the raising of the dead, the puppeting of their voices, the brief flicker of the Force within his thralls being ignited for one final moment before consuming itself entirely - though he hid that outcome with the blast of lightning - was something Bandari hadn't seen in millenia. If he had even seen it before. At times, it was hard to be sure.

Sith'ari. A meaningless term. It did not interest him. No honorifics did. Dark Lords of the Sith, each and every one believing themselves to be the 'true' Dark Lord, the most powerful of all, at the head of their empire that would prove to be the strongest, the most eternal, or in secret, the most cunning, the most immune to assassination by their apprentice. They were always wrong. They always had been.

"If you truly believe my existence to be aimless, I question the validity of the sources you used to obtain knowledge of my existence. No existence is aimless. It is all driven by the Force. It notches, draws and fires us, like arrows, yet not before we are first fletched, and aimed."

Blood was trickling along the curvature of his blades, reaching the handle and slowly flowing across his clenched fingers. His long, sharp, talon-like nails placed perfectly to avoid digging into his own skin. Even as he adapted, some things remained perfectly synergised. As if by design. He began to lightly pace to the left and right, the first rays of moonlight glinting off of the silver of the blades, more blood dripping off the edges and onto the floor, some splashing onto his thick, sturdy feet, onto each of his three toes. He felt truly exhilerated, but he did not show it. Expression of emotion was not something that came naturally.

"Yet, for all that I see, all that I've seen, this encounter was never revealed to me until this morning. Or perhaps it was revealed to me eons ago, as you put it, and I simply forgot. Perhaps it was so insignificant, the Force decided it wasn't worthy of recollection."

Inwardly, Bandari knew this was a justification he had used for himself multiple times. His memory retention issues were the only thing that he viewed as a potential sign of old age. And even as he spoke, he had a pang of what must be anxiety as he contemplated the prospect that the reason he hadn't foreseen this encounter was because the being had brought it upon them of his own will, and was strong enough to mask it from him until that piercing light and deafening sound that alerted Bandari to the impending attack. Perhaps that was part of the attack. That prospect frightened him, a fear he had not felt since...

He narrowed his eyes and refocused on the figure before him, who had not moved. He yearned for answers, but he sensed that battle would be upon them before he could get them.
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Post by Emperor Cadamor on Thu Jul 25, 2019 2:53 pm

The thin, dead air in the deep cavern became heavy, like a wisps of rain moving in. The glow from Cadamor’s eyes brightened and the walls began shifting. Trees began breaking through the earth as the cavern became the thick canopy of the jungle. The sun was shining bright, the Dark Lord felt it on his skin. The Dark Side burned like a furnace. He looked at Bandari, feeling his presence on the world like a cold beacon.

When he discovered the krin’desh and was awakened to the Dark Side, the spirit of Siths guided him to ancient powers. Reborn as the Dark Lord of the Sith and Emperor of it’s people, Cadamor had grown especially powerful with the strange gift of mass-flow walking. Deep within the world of Angkor, he dwelt in the memories of the universe, growing in power to connect with worlds and shatterpoints of the galaxy.

“My world,” They we’re standing high on top a mountain, surrounded by the wild jungles of Angkor. Starships moved across it’s skyline, moving to and from large, ancient cities, “has bent itself to my will.” Chosen by the ancient Sith, consecrated as their greatest weapon, he began a brutal campaign which had given him the name mykalun, God-King of Angkor. From the ashes of Angkor, he gave life again to the Sith Empire. “The Jedi have bent to my will.” Cadamor began to circle the other. Peace was a tool, one which few Sith Lords had grasped. “The galaxy will bend to me.” Cadamor stood behind the Bandari now, the other grasping his weapons tightly.

“The krin’desh will open the Force to you. Allow you to bend it, as I have to find you.” Carefully stepping along the grassy earth, the Emperor walked towards the edge. “You are a creation of the Force reforged as a wound. The echoes of the Force fill you like the great void. Let the pain of the galaxy find you, let it boil the hatred inside you - let the inferno consume the universe.”

Cadamor felt the Force through this creature, powerful but tainted. He sensed through it, feeling the fibers of energy intertwined, seeking its desires.
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Post by Bandari on Sat Jul 27, 2019 11:57 pm

Bandari couldn't help himself but tense when the fabric of reality shifted. It was a vision, but far beyond what he had experienced on his own. It felt as if he had been physically, literally transported from his cave, out of the world, to another part of the galaxy entirely. But that wasn't what really scared him - scared, and intrigued. He had never seen this world. He had only seen its natives when they expanded into other worlds that he did know, which was why he recognised the sounds of their language, but not the language itself. And for everything he had been, everything he had known, all he had seen, this was new. Impossible.

He took a few brisk steps to face up to the Emperor. Although his upper back and neck naturally curved, leading him to have a slouch, when standing straight, he could pass seven feet. His eyes darted to try and meet this being's directly. He wanted to see, to peer past the windows and into the very soul of this creature that had shown him the Force in a way he hadn't ever seen before.

"Why?" was the first word that came to mind. It applied to so many things that he ached to know. Why did he have to be found? Why should he be letting this... krin'desh... bend him to its will, allow for pain and hatred to consume him? Above all, why did he not know of the existence of this thing, whatever it was... and that, itself, filled him with fury. How could he not have known? Not seeing some world on the outer reaches of the galaxy is one thing, but failing to be aware of some kind of entity within the Force that allowed a single sentient to bend an entire world to its will? How could he have spent so many years seeing, and yet, been so blind?

His fists clenched on his blades, and the last droplets of blood that had yet to dry splashed onto the floor of the cave, the rocks wet with rain water and moisture from the humidity, mixed with the flow of blood from the ten corpses in front of him.
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