[STORY] Corellia

[DarthVerus]

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Corellia​

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1049 ABY, 12th day of the 11th month​

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For general information of Corellia, read here!​

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Corellia—a prized planet of tradition, one of the founding planets of the Galactic Republic and now an important industrial world to what remains of the Galactic Alliance, the world where much of its fleet was built. It wasn't only that, the world in itself was a symbol. It was Corellian wanderlust that eventually saw thousands of worlds colonized by humans. It was the birthplace of the great Han Solo, the legendary rebel general. All of that was now meaningless. Their wanderlust was quenched and their general was long gone and barely acknowledged in their history...

Now Corellia is the heart of all spacecraft production of the galaxy, with the shipyards of Kuat long gone and no one else having similar production capacity. As such, it has enabled the remnants of the Galactic Alliance and the Hutt Cartel to use its yards to produce ships for the hundreds of warlords that have ravaged the Outer Rim in exchange of retaining their high civilization. That however has come to an end. On the 11th day of the 11th month in 1049 ABY, Admiral Raius and his fleet attacked Corellia successfully—leaving Coronet City and the shipyards burning and now under the command of Admiral Raius, the planet and the entire system are being held hostage.​

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What remains of old galactic civilization is under the immediate threat of dying on Corellia should no one stop the White Hand and the Order of Bogan from seizing control….​

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[DarthVerus]

TIME UPDATE​

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The galactic standard day turns to the 12th day of the 11th month, with Life Day celebrations beginning to take place across the Core Worlds and other minor populations across the galaxy.​

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[LadyAnathema]

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The moment she stood back on her feet with the help of Verus, Anathema walked right behind her master towards the corridor. She had expressed confusion which, did not go unnoticed, something she was not surprised by because he was able to sense whatever she felt or thought because he was her master after all. In her case, she was only able to sense so little as her connection with the force was not strong enough yet. Something clear from the beginning to the end of the training. However, it was not like she lacked growth, in this moment alone she had become aware of her capabilities and limitations, but also what a real battle can look like. That is when Lord Verus went on to explain his training methods, as to why he was so aggressive in the training session.

“I understand, master. I guess I was too surprised.”

She admitted truthfully, but she completely understood why the training went the way it did. How the fear and doubts of being able to make it alive, will be a reoccurring theme from now on. Especially because he revealed the upcoming war, including great armies, Jedi, and possibly… beings of her other half.

“You mean… we will be facing Tengeans?”

Anathema was not surprised that they would be facing armies and Jedi, after all these were things that had been said by Bogan. However, she did not know how she felt about facing Tengeans. For the longest part of her life, she loathed the word Tengeans because she was neglected just for being half Tengean. She had tried to cover any physical trait that hinted at her mix, just so she could blend in with the people of her homeland but it was no use. Even today, there are still people who dislike Tengeans. However, over time, she learned to accept her race. Right now, she wonders who they were and what their motives were back then.

Her footsteps continuously trailed behind her master as they walked through the corridor. She gazed upon the workings of the station they resided on, as she was able to see the mass production of dreadnoughts, starships, and droids. Most likely preparing for the upcoming events. The upcoming war, as her master mentioned. This was the first step to their goal and one of the first steps of Anathema becoming the chaos within the universe. Right then their station departed from the hyperspace and they approached Corellia.

“So this is where everything gets real, huh.” ​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan​

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1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, the Star Forge​

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The wait had finally ended. The mission that began on Belsavis had now led them to finally claim their fate—the beginning of the end. The Star Forge had emerged from hyperspace and descended above the star Corell, the sun that gave life to the system itself. The shields of the Star Forge provided it defense against both the heat, luminosity and radiation of the star—allowing it to reside in its immediate orbit. As soon as the gargantuan station set its position above the star, the machine began absorbing stellar matter from within the sun to finally begin the creation of the vast armada that’d provide the White Hand, and furthermore, the Order of Bogan the power it needed to finally seize the galaxy. The intricate engines of the machine, powered by life and the dark side of the Force itself, began humming as the many factories within the station resumed creating and forging future weapons of conquest and death.​

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Verus walked on, pacing towards the hangar bay with commanding poise and calmness. Knowing that they had arrived, he knew that he’d soon need to assume full command of operations. He listened to his apprentice carefully as he walked, and he sensed her insecurity as soon as she heard of their future encounter with Tengeans. Indeed, Tengea was their primary objective—but not for the sake of vengeance, but for what their homeworld held within. Power, such as they’d never dreamed. Once upon time when the Mortis gods guided the Tengeans to their distant home, they housed a pathway on the planet through which one could access a realm of unlimited power—the plane Beyond the Veil, where they housed the source of their power after they abandoned their ancient home that is now known as Vaiken Prime. That is what Bogan desperately needed to access to regain his full strength and immortality. And that is what Verus wanted to access to finish forging Anathema into what she was destined to become.

”Yes, my apprentice. We will need to fight the Tengeans, sooner rather than later. They guard the power that we wish to obtain, so that you can fulfill your destiny.”

Verus spoke with calmness as they reached the hangar bay, once again being met by legions that were servient to the Order of Bogan—to him. They were formed in ranks, expecting a speech from their master-in-command. He stopped in his steps, standing before the thousands of soldiers with poise and commanding stature.

”Legions of Bogan, servants of the dark side. Today is the day when we will finally rise and finally put an end to all the dwelling elements of disorder. Today is the day of reckoning. Today our grand machine of creation, the Star Forge, will finally build us a fleet that will blot out the star of Corell itself and at last, we will cement our rule across the galaxy. All glory to Bogan! All glory to our army! And all glory to our rule!”

Verus spoke with command, charisma and clarity. As he ended his speech, the legions raised their arms in the air and began chanting ”Verus, Verus, Verus” once more as they’d done on Udunn. Now, their hour of victory was finally at hand.​

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[LadyAnathema]

As her master walked, she continuously walked after him with a more relaxed, but yet intimidating poise. With their arrival, things will finally go in motion according to her master's plan. This plan included Tengea and her uncertainties still ran through her mind. The possibility of facing them head-on was a little difficult, not because she feared them, held hatred or love for them but because she did not know where to put them in the first place. Although, now with the upcoming war they became her enemies. Her master's plans, even though he shared most of them with her, she was still left in the dark with certain things. She never held that against him, or found it unfair because she always believed they would be told eventually.

“I see. Who knew I would get to face them so soon.”

She muttered lowly, thinking more aloud but knew her master would know where her words were coming from. For the longest, she had wanted to look for her birth caregivers wherever they were. Throughout her ages, she wanted to find them for different reasons; Revenge, Interrogations, or just to live with her family. Not long ago, she was set on revenge, but right now none of these objectives mattered anymore. They needed to retrieve their possessions, dead or alive. She was reminded of her biological family earlier back in Udunn and now once more. Was her past trying to chase after her? Then, they reached the hangar bay as they were met by legions of servants to the Order of Bogan and of course, to Lord Verus. She positioned slightly behind Verus but still by his side as the legion awaited a speech from him.

Anathema stood straight and remained still listening along with the legion to her master's speech; his declaration of war. She could hear the cheers, applause, and chanting among the crowd. Things were bound to change from here, finally, things would go their way.​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan​

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1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, the Star Forge​

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Verus retained his poise, standing calmly as he watched on as the legions of Bogan cheered in the wake of terror and genocide. And themselves ready to march to their deaths without even truly knowing what they’d die for. Verus didn’t pity them, nor did he pity any of those who had to die in battles that hadn’t yet come to be. They were nothing but means to an end in the grand scheme of things, tools that were meant to be used. All that mattered now was that they’d succeed in obtaining what they sought for.

In amidst of cheering and noise, one of the officers—Captain Teeno, approached Verus. He stood two meters away from him, in an attentive pose with his hands lying against his thighs and his feet were as if heels together. His posture was high, as he held his chin high to avoid eye contact with Verus. He knew his protocol well, Verus always seemed to appreciate soldiers who had good manners. The captain then began to speak, reporting to Verus. ”Lord Verus, Counselor Izil is approaching the Corellian system and should arrive any moment now. He has a Jedi prisoner with him.” the captain uttered with a stern, but a frightened tone. He knew not to speak a wrong word to Verus, as he should.

”Thank you for letting me know, Captain Teeno. You are dismissed.”

Verus uttered, as he then turned his sight onto his apprentice, as if to a confidant.

”It seems we will have Jedi visitors today, my apprentice. You have a chance now to help me in interrogating our enemy, where you may put your newfound conviction to a test.”

Verus uttered, as he found himself almost as if excited about the notion of Izil capturing a Jedi. It seemed that the mission on Vaiken Prime was partially successful.​

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[LadyAnathema]

Anathema her eyes scanned through the crowd, she looked at all these people who looked excited, proud even for a war that would possibly lead the majority if not all of them to their deaths. She wondered, did they know? Had they accounted for the scenario of having only a small amount of time left to breathe and walk around on these planets? In any way, she knew that her master did not care for their future dismays, and neither did she. She never held care for others, other than her master and herself. Not even Bogan lies within her mind and soul as deep as herself and her master, which is something she had always made efforts to hide from anyone. These people were only pawns on a chess table, disposable in any way. That is how she was taught to think, they will only use tools that help them further their causes and success is something she will go to any lengths for.

Right then, during the celebrations one of the higher ranks of officers had approached Lord Verus. Anathema held the man in her vision as he exchanged words with Verus, she looked at the Captain’s posture and how he avoided eye contact. A protocol all of their henchmen needed to follow, otherwise chaos would follow, which never meant anything that left an individual in a good state. During the exchange of the two, Anathema knew her role too well. That is to remain silent, but she never hesitated to watch every move. The young woman waited until their conversation ended, she shifted her sight to Lord Verus who turned and spoke to her right after receiving the information. She attentively listened to the news Verus shared with her.

“Jedi visitors already? I would be honored to help you interrogate our enemy, Master.”

She nodded in confirmation that she would join the interrogation. This would be the first time she would be able to tag along in one, and she was excited her first was with her master. She was, however, extremely curious to meet with a Jedi as well. What did they look like? Is this Jedi living up to the warnings she had been lectured about?​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan​

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1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, the Star Forge​

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Verus turned to his apprentice, as he’d then cross his arms at the level of his chest. He retained his poise and equilibrium as always. There were things on his mind that didn’t trouble him, however, he still sensed something disturbing about the skirmish on Vaiken Prime and the encounter that Counselor Izil had on the planet. It wouldn’t often matter much to him, however, the words of Bogan haunted his mind. He knew that something of his past lingered, alive somewhere, embodied in something, but what or who, he had little to no idea as of yet. Any Jedi who grew and trained at the temple were familiar to him, but they posed no significance to him. However, he sensed that this part of his past that followed him was intimate. He tried to search the Force for answers, but to no avail. His sight in the Force couldn’t see further than the present currently, something that indeed disturbed him. He knew that there was a reason as to why he couldn’t seek answers through the Force.

“There’s a matter that disturbs me, my apprentice.”

Verus lamented with a slightly worried tone, something he rarely expressed. His apprentice had been accustomed to her master always being somewhat on top of things, if not rather perpetually confident. He knew that the relationship between a master and an apprentice, to succeed, also required a degree of openness and willingness to express such things.

“I believe you recall our discussion with Admiral Raius. The trap that he and I plotted was indeed sprung. The Jedi that is coming here for interrogation is among those who walked into it. However, I sense that he wasn’t alone. I simply can not see whom, or what. What Bogan said has unfortunately impacted my mind. He wouldn’t say that my past would follow me to Corellia if it was a mere Jedi that we would face. It has to be something… Intimate, something that I have a powerful bond with or to.”

Verus spoke, as his tone and demeanor turned far more troubled than it had been before. He suspected that whatever he had to face, had to be close to him. His master was long dead, thus it couldn’t be him. However, there was a chance that it was his former apprentice that still remained alive. He knew that if he reached out in the Force to find him, he would, but he’d never done so thus far. Not because he was afraid of finding him, but he knew that it would bring him conflict. He knew that his old self would resurface should he find him alive, and that was something he less needed now that he was as close to accomplishing his goals as he was.​

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[Canaan Jackal]

1049 ABY, 12th Day of 11th Month (World Between Worlds)

Bereon wouldn’t even bother to ask about what might’ve happened to his master’s wings. He knew full well what occurred, so it was rather useless to drum up such a painful memory again. Especially when it was a moment that the Jedi had already spent over two decades attempting to suppress even within the confines of his own soul. Otherwise, the incomprehensible amounts of rage stored deep within his being would proceed to engulf and devour all that he was. Actually, to an extent during his duel with the Dark Jedi on Vaiken Prime, it already seemed inevitable that it would. And more than likely within the confines of this incredibly mysterious realm she could probably already sense the darkness that now emanated from him.

“Where are we?” He chose to inquire instead, as the landscape had terraformed yet again, and Bereon found himself standing for his master as he was before being brought to the edge of death’s door. And this time the master and apprentice would both be beholden to their shared memories from beginning to end in somewhat of a disorganized reel as they covered this plane of existence wherever one looked. Though, Bereon had his full attention towards Avanna and nothing else at this point.

“And moreover, how did I get here? Why am I here exactly? Is this the realm of the dead, or am I simply seeing all of the things I’ve reflected upon in life before I pass on? And…,” he struggled to ask because he needed to confirm that this world, that his master, was more than just a figment of a dying man’s hallucinations. “Is it truly you, my master?” He finally managed to blurt out.

“If so then… I’m afraid I’ve failed you,” He finally managed to say with the sorrow that he had been carrying all this time, as he felt that he had long since strayed from her teachings after losing her, and he was disgusted with himself for this fact. He had tried his hardest to bury it all and let go as taught, but he just couldn’t truly follow through on that, because it felt like a form of betrayal to let go of the very person who never let go of him during her lifetime regardless of the trouble that he had undoubtedly caused her with his unruly nature. And this alone was enough to cause the monstrous sized Jedi Master to slump to his knees in shame before her.

Had he been stronger, or if he were more competent, or perhaps if he had been born as innately gifted as some of his younger peers, then perhaps he would’ve been able to save her.

Meanwhile, back on Corellia, the ship containing the unconscious body of Bereon Vyr would finally find its way to its appointed destination…





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[DarthVerus]

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The Force​

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1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, the Star Forge, World Between Worlds​

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The scenery seemed to clear slowly, revealing a bright night sky with a red dusk permeating the treeline. It was Tython, or at least an image of it, and it was one of the many ancient bastions of the Jedi that had been long abandoned by its kind. The red moon stared down upon them as if like a watchful eye, unwavering nor blinking. And it was no ordinary moon, it was Bogan—the moon that the predecessors of the Jedi claimed to be of dark nature. It merely reflected what Bereon was becoming, and with the daylight waning it only signaled that the light in Bereon had already died, with only distant starlight remaining of what once was bright and warm. His master knew it as well, and he wasn’t there to try and turn him around but to comfort him in what was happening. However, she’d first answer his questions to ease his confusion.

”This place has many names. Its name is not what matters, but what it is. You’re currently in a plane within the Force itself, between time, space, life and death.”

Avanna spoke as her presence in the Force seemed to be far stronger than it had ever been, with her consciousness now truly being one with the Force itself. And although her wings were indeed cut in her gruesome death, she could appear with or without them at will. She no longer needed them. She retained her warm smile, as she spoke with a soothing tone.

”And you’re here because the Force willed it. A part of you has been dying for a long time, Ber. And you have to let it happen. Otherwise, you won’t be able to stand back up my child.”

She spoke with warmth and comfort, as if speaking to her own child—which she considered him to be. She’d raised him since his youth, and only bore regret that she couldn’t be with him longer than she was. But that, again, was the will of the Force. And what the Force willed had to be done. After all, the Jedi served a purpose higher than themselves or their loved ones: they served the Force, first and foremost.

”And no, you haven’t failed me. You never will. But the path ahead of you will be dark, very dark. You need to hold on those small, glistering sparks of light within you against all odds. I’ll be there for you, as I have been thus far. You won’t always be able to see me, but I’ll always be there with you. You have to wake up now, son. Your next chapter begins soon.”

She spoke with warmth, as the image of her and the plane about seemed to fade away—with Bereon soon remaining in red, permeating mist in amidst of black void. Darkness waited, impatiently.​

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Counselor Izil, the Snake of Udunn​

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1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, the Star Forge​

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The boarding ramp of the shuttle descended as Izil, along with his prisoner, had finally arrived and walked down to be greeted by the legions standing in the hangar bay. The prisoner was confined in a large sarcophagus of steel—not unlike a Mandalorian Vault. However, it was far more powerful a device than those ancient relics. It was forged from the same steel as the prison chamber that contained Abeloth once, disconnecting the one within from using their Force powers for as long as they remained within the coffin. The enchantment bound to that steel was powerful, and no one but the gods of Mortis could remove it. Once Bereon woke up, he’d find himself laying in the coffin that hovered over the air in a standing position. Izil walked forth towards the other end of the hangar, as the coffin would follow him without command. He sought to present the prisoner to Lord Verus and his apprentice, Lady Anathema. As he neared them, he retained a distance of three meters as he bowed his head to master of the Order of Bogan, as a wide smirk happened across his lips.

”Lord Verus, Lady Anathema. I have brought you a prisoner, perhaps of value. I am afraid Rotas died in his duel, however, this prisoner should prove sufficient in regards of providing information.”

Izil spoke with confidence and gratitude nonetheless, he fulfilled his mission as he promised—unlike Rotas, and sought to replace him as Verus’ prime servant.​

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[LadyAnathema]

As excited for the interrogation as she was, she could tell something was bothering her master. Despite holding the same poise and her inability to see his facial expressions because his helmet covered his appearance, she could sense some anxiousness within him. She could not tell what the matter was, but the two of them usually shared a bond where one could always trust the other with their worries. That is something he always allowed her to do and something he did most of the time. Anathema listened to his worries and noticed the hint of concern in his voice which only confirmed to her that he indeed, was pestered by something, in this case, by the people of his past. Anathema's expression grew serious but worried, as his mood transferred over to her and changed the room's setting.

“What is the matter, Master?” She questioned before he reminded her of the discussion with Admiral Raius.

Right then, as he referenced back to earlier conversations she remembered the planned trap which succeeded. She did not understand how this generated any anxiety, that was up until he mentioned Bogan’s words. The Jedi they would face were individuals of his past and one of them was someone he once had a strong bond. The anxiety within her master only grew stronger as he spoke to her, and she could tell how in his moments of silence he must be trying to find out who that may be. Anathema herself was in thought at that moment, she thought about the ‘what-if’ scenarios about an encounter with that individual. Who would they be? How would they react to one another? Would this bring things to chaos?

“Then, one of the Jedi of that time is still around then, no? What will happen if we encounter that individual you potentially share a close bond with?”

She had to know how she would need to react to this scenario, she knew how much his past self treasured his comrades, but she also knew her master's devotion to his plans and the person he is currently. Seeing him in a worried state made her feel frightened and uncertain of what was to come. Anathema is used to seeing her Master be multiple steps ahead of everything… herself included.

At that same time, the prisoner was brought in, and as their conversation went on the prisoner was prepped for the interrogation session. Not too long after Anathema’s words a man approached them, one she recognized as Counselor Izil, the snake of Udunn with a coffin that followed right after him. The young woman gazed upon the coffin with intrigue for a moment, only then to waver her eyes back upon counselor Izil who greeted them with a bow and then introduced them to the Prisoner. To hear Rotas had died during their dual was slightly shocking, despite the many warnings of their enemy she previously underestimated them a lot. However, she was mostly interested in who the prisoners were and what they may have for them.​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan​

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Corellia, Star Forge, 1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Beginning of the End​

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Verus knew he could confide in his apprentice, knowing that she could well sense his thoughts as he could hers. A Force bond between a master and an apprentice was always strong, however, the one he’d built with Anathema over the years was special in more than few ways. She was more of a daughter to him, someone he’d raised and someone he’d shared much of his time with after his fall from the grace of the light side. She was his only true family, far beyond the formalities of a mere master and an apprentice.

”I can not predict what’s to come, my apprentice. And that is what bothers me. The Force itself is as if fighting against me, challenging me. But, it seems we do not have the luxury of contemplating these matters..”

Verus spoke with calmness to his voice, yet the urgency still remained underneath the poise he presented. As counselor Izil approached them, Verus turned to face him and greeted him with a slight nod of acknowledgement. What first caught his attention however, was the sarcophagus and who it contained. The small window at the other end of the sarcophagus allowed him to perceive the prisoner, and he immediately recognized the prisoner at hand—it was no other than Bereon Vyr, the pupil of Avanna Sol and a former shadow operative of the Jedi Order. He was easy to recognize, considering that he was the sole specimen of his kind that had served the ancient order of the peace. Ironic, a member of such a violent race had found himself with those least violent among all. Although, those who acted as shadows of the Jedi Order weren’t excluded from practicing violence—or the dark side of the Force if necessary. That’s why he knew that even if the interrogation didn’t bear fruit immediately, he knew that the Jedi could prove a useful tool going forward. He could be easily molded into a tool, as he had already touched the dark side of the Force before. Exposing him to it especially in a place like the Star Forge could well push the Jedi far enough. He smiled beneath his mask, commending counselor Izil for his success.

”Well done, counselor. You may take him to the prison cells at the third level. You will be rewarded for your effort, and take Rotas’ place. Now leave us.”

Verus dismissed Izil nearly as soon as he accepted him—he knew Izil only sought for one thing and he had no qualms about giving him what he wanted. Izil left for the prison cells, leaving Verus and Anathema behind. Verus then once more turned to his apprentice, telling her about his observations.

”My apprentice, this may prove far more fruitful than I imagined. The Jedi at hand was once a Jedi Master, and served as an operative that handled all kinds of things that the order at large wanted to wipe under the rug… He may turn into a useful tool.”

Verus spoke to his apprentice with excitement. However, the anxiety remained. He knew the answers waited for him and that no matter what he did, he couldn’t anticipate their weight. In the meanwhile, Izil had departed the cold and crude prison cells, leaving Bereon in a sarcophagus that was further encased by laser walls on each side, leaving the prisoner a space of no larger than a small room to stay in. It wasn’t the only cell of the hall, however, he’d find himself being the only prisoner.​

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[Canaan Jackal]

1049 ABY, Night, 12th Day Of 11th Month, Corellia, The Star Forge

And just as always, and with even far greater insight than during her lifetime, Avanna Sol had cut straight to the root of what it was that her beloved boy Bereon had been experiencing along with the exact reason as to why. She didn’t reprimand him nor attempt to cause him to deviate from this path, and simply because the Force itself had willed his transformation to be so. Even so, Bereon Vyr found it all incredibly hard to accept as he continued to stew in his ineptitudes and insecurities regarding the instances that led to his only mother figure’s death.

She had spoken nothing more than the truth and with nothing but love and fondness in her voice for him. Yet why couldn’t he bring himself to see it the way she saw it? His guilt and self-hatred bubbling to the surface once more both she and their shared memories were beginning to fade. He didn’t want her to go. He wanted to talk to her more. Not yet damn it!

“Mother! Please wait!” He cried out attempting to reach for her, but the red mist was already consuming him as her visage dissipated before his eyes, meanwhile the scenery around him would change into the scenes of her brutal death repeated over and over again in his mind. He remembered every single detail down to how many were there, whom he could identify at the time as being there, and what all they did to her body in life and death. He remembered every last painful detail.

Then within a matter of seconds of cacophony of voices would ring constantly in his head. And they all demanded one thing until finally… something within him snapped…

You did this!

“Stop that…”

You killed her!

“Stop it…”

It’s all your fault!

“SHUT UP!”

KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!

“Kill them?”

KILL THEM!

“Kill them all?”

KILL THEM!

“Every last one”

KILL THEM!

“Not a single soul will be spared.”

KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!

“Even I won’t be spared…”

KILL THEM!

“Then I will end it all with my own hands!”

Meanwhile in the realm of the living an immense disturbance could be felt throughout the Force similar to that of a heart pulsing in an ever increasing, but steady intensity. A sense of the purest possible form of violence born out of malice, hatred, and vengeance, his rage overflowing like a broken dam.

He had awakened again, but not as Bereon Vyr, yet as an incarnation of death and despair whose senses now only attuned themselves to the darkness in all that surrounded him. A monster had been born, yellow eyes ablaze, as they patiently awaited someone to appear before their gaze…​

 

[LadyAnathema]

“This is certainly something we never go through… I too feel quite anxious now. Whatever happens though, I will go through it with you, Master.”

Anathema spoke in a low and calm tone, she confirmed once again her devotion, that no matter the circumstance she will always be on his side. The sudden news brought an additional mood to the atmosphere in the room. Where the two were having a serious conversation, one that brought Anathema to a slight anxiety. It was never the case that her master could not comprehend or foresee what was about to be and it was quite terrifying for her. Especially with Lord Verus his confirmation to her question, that he has no prediction in what will take place. When the counselor announced the success of the trap and the new prisoner, excitement was brought back to her and it seemed to her master as well. Soon enough, Izil was dismissed and she could see the slight smirk that he desperately tried to hide to be professional in front of them because he got what he wanted. The counselor left to the prison cells and the two of them remained alone together once more before they traveled to the cells. The apprentice turned to her master as he spoke directly to her.

“A Jedi master? Despite the earlier circumstances, we have some good news to it as well! Let us go see our lovely prisoner!”

She lightly cheered, matching her master's excitement. It was evident, however, that behind their better mood, the anxiety remained in Verus and Anathema as well. That is why she could not wait to go to the prison cells, and she walked out of the current area and made her way to the third level of the Star Forge, expecting her master to join her and take the lead as he always did. The closer she got to the prison cells, the more the anxiety was forgotten and her main priority and focus became the interrogation. Then, they finally got to the prison cells and her eyes wandered to the sarcophagus that contained the prisoner. At that moment Anathema tapped into the force and concentrated on the sarcophagus, with the use of the force she was able to grab the frontside that kept the individual in there contained. The frontside was then tossed to the side, revealing the prisoner still in his unconscious state. Right then, Anathema could feel an ominous disturbance at an intensive level through the force. They were witnessing a transformation, someone being consumed by the dark side. In a way, it was something she felt in her past but not at an intense level like this. Should she be wary of the man if he were to regain his consciousness?​

 

[DarthVerus]

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Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan​

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Corellia, Star Forge, 1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Beginning of the End​

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”I am thankful to have you by my side, my apprentice. My concerns may be subsided for a moment because we might get our answers directly from our new prisoner. I sense that he will be of much use to us.”

Verus lamented with restored poise and confidence, as he then took a quick turn to follow in the trails of Counselor Izil to go to the prison chambers that were located on the third level of the starion. He walked forth with his apprentice through the main corridor of the first level to enter an elevator leading to the third level and the various other levels of the station. As they arrived to the third level, the prison chambers as if appeared right before them—devoid except for one prisoner that had just been delivered to their custody. He watched as his apprentice opened the sarcophagus containing the prisoner, leaving him stranded within a cube of laser walls that he wouldn’t be able to penetrate even if he amassed all of his will and strength. The prisoner was now trapped with nowhere to go, and fully in their mercy.

However, he couldn’t help sensing the apparent change within the prisoner—his turn to darkness caused a tremor in the Force that felt like a sword slashing through the space about, whatever Bereon had gone through prior to his arrival must’ve altered him deeply. He couldn’t help but suspect what that was, but something in his presence felt beyond ordinary. He had been touched by the Force, but how? He left the speculation aside, as he merely observed the prisoner three meters away from his cell.

”Bereon Vyr, I remember you. The sole specimen of your kind that has touched the grace of the Jedi Order.”

Verus spoke with calmness and as if kindness, looking upon his prisoner as he tried to gather in what state he was. But all indicators told him to remain wary of his actions, as he reeked of hate.

”Now, you were transported here from Vaiken Prime. You weren’t alone. Who accompanied you to the planet?”

Verus retained his poise, interrogating him with softness rather than aggression—he sensed that Bereon could be cordial, considering his turn. And if not, Verus was more than happy to use harder form of interrogation.​

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[Canaan Jackal]

1049 ABY, Night, 12th Day Of 11th Month, Corellia, The Star Forge

The newly born figure slowly rose, darkness still swelling within, and practically oozing from his body as the unleashed bloodlust of the Stenax brought him more as a typically more feral being within the lines of his species' natural genetic predisposition for unfiltered raw violence.


Everything that he had been taught to restrain as a Jedi his entire life from his instincts, his wants, needs, his desires, and even his own power. He no longer had a need for such an utterly stupid concept. All that concerned him at this moment was spreading as much death as his abilities allowed to everything even remotely associated with his target of revenge.


And as such the darkness within the Force granted greater power as if nurturing a newborn child as it continued to feed him in response to all the pent up negative emotion that formed the basis to his worship to his true god.


Death


And as his new sense of self had begun to stabilize, it was only then that he would acknowledge the two others that stood on the other side of his temporary prison. First focusing on the obvious uneasiness in what was to him just a mere pup of a Padawan who had experienced a sample of his killing intent. A fact that made him grin wildly as he chuckled in amusement.


But then his sense of enjoyment was cut short by the insistence of the master before him that claimed to also know him as Counselor Izil had prior.


“At this rate I'm beginning to assume that I must be some type of celebrity around these parts of the galaxy if fans are going out of their way to kidnap their idol. Do you wish for my autograph or something? Or perhaps…” he paused for a moment.


“You're inquiring about the identity of a certain masterless brat who became a man with a chip on his shoulder? Ah it would appear I was mistaken. But it would appear that last I remember was that little Jeh'Kant had managed to slaughter so many enemies on his own. Kids these days grow up so fast,” he said, breaking out into full on laughter, before stopping randomly as his empty eyes stared daggers at the two individuals before him.


“Unfortunately I'm not aware if he escaped or not. That being said, I have a certain species I wish to erase from existence, and not a lot of patience to wait to do so. And something tells me from the way you used the Order Of The White Hand on Vaiken Prime that you're the type to tie up loose ends rather promptly. If that's the case am I free to leave yet?” he questioned with a deathly serious tone as he made it abundantly clear on what his purpose would be in exchange for his services to their cause.
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[DarthVerus]

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Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan​

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1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, Star Forge, Revelations​

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Verus’ worst fears and greatest hopes were all coming alive all at once—something he couldn’t foresee or prepare for through all these years. Verus listened to the prisoner with his blood boiling hot, almost over, but he didn’t let it show on the outside. Not yet at least. But within the recesses of his mind the last memories he’d share with his former apprentice played like a movie. He remembered being back to back with him, fighting against the endless horde of Tengean sentinels aboard the Vermillion. ”Run Jeh’Kant, you have to leave! Now!” He remembered himself screaming as he held the hundreds of Tengeans in stasis, allowing his former apprentice the chance to run and live for another day. He never thought he’d actually live for another day. For all these years, he believed the boy went on to die and would blame himself for it for the rest of his days. Something he tried to mend by teaching Anathema, however it seemed that the past simply couldn’t let go of him. Or perhaps, he couldn’t let go of his past. Either way, he had to live with it for now—and try to make sense of it. He could well hide his conflict and his emotions from the prisoner ahead of him, but his apprentice was sure to sense the conflict within him. Cain Farr resurfacing, with Verus being pushed back. The slightest of light that still lied within him was sparked anew, for a moment. Until darkness once more rose to like a black cloud of matter blotting out the light of all stars in the galaxy.

”Bereon, Bereon, Bereon…”

The silence was swiftly broken as Verus did something his apprentice hadn’t ever seen him do before—unmask himself before others. He reached out for his helmet with his right hand, clicking upon a button beneath the chin that seemed to release a pressure lock, leaving a soft hydraulic sound to haunt the air in its wake. As he clicked the button, he began to pull the mask off of his face with the helmet leaving his head in its entirety, revealing a face that was so pale that it was evident that it hadn’t seen the light of a sun in years. His sclera was black, and his irides were crimson red. His eye lids and the veins surrounding his eyes appeared black as night, showing signs of dark side corrupting him to his very core. His lips were dry, dehydrated as if. But Bereon could well recognize his face, the face of his old colleague.

”You've got the nerve to call someone masterless or a pup considering where your path led you. Did you squirm while watching your master die during the executions? Did you pride yourself in not saving her somehow?”

Verus spoke with ire, disdain and anger as Bereon could feel a cold grasp pressing on his throat violently—as if someone tried to choke him without laying a finger on him. Verus showed him the marching order from the get go and intended to show him the full might of someone who’d lived in true darkness for nearly two decades. As Verus spoke, Bereon would soon notice that every bone, fiber and muscle of his body were prevented from a single move while he’d run out of air to breathe.

”You’re but one of hundreds that have come here to succumb to the dark side, and one of more to come. You’ll be sent to Udunn to burn, heal, die, and awake again. There you’ll find how insignificant everything is.”

Verus spoke, while tightening his grip on the prisoner.​

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[LadyAnathema]

As the sinister energy increased and remained overwhelmingly present in the room, the man in front of them was ‘reborn’ right before their eyes. The young woman gazed at the man with a dull expression, as she awaited him to awake and adjust properly to his conscious state. She stood three meters away from the cell to her master's side. There were no words that escaped her lips, or any movement to be sensed as she let her master start the interrogation. Anathema listened to her master’s voice, which was still calm and kind, nothing like would have expected to see in an interrogation. Although she was not ignorant of the way her Master practiced fear upon others, he was a very calculative man. She guessed that he tried to set a sense of comfort to the man named Bereon Vyr, perhaps because their victim had already succumbed to the dark side.

Despite the comforting tone her master put on, the man maintained his sinister composure, as he seemed to be controlled by rage and dark thoughts rather than being able to compose himself. As Bereon his gaze fell upon Anathema, she could see his lips curling up into a wide grin which was followed by a chuckle. Anathema her gaze grew darker from displeasure, there was no hiding that the man felt superior over her from his newly found perception. ‘Surprise! Surprise! Another asshole on the dark side!’ She had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes at her thoughts. Mostly, because she wanted to appear ‘professional’. However, she cringed at the man’s self-esteem the moment he remarked that he was some type of ‘celebrity’, however, she shifted her gaze slightly from Bereon to her master the moment she sensed a change of emotion within her master right as the name ‘Jeh-Kant’ was mentioned. She felt Verus was suffering from great distress and this is when she realized that this was the ‘person’ Lord Bogan had envisioned would be the past coming back to haunt lord Verus. She knew, based on sensing what he was feeling right now but also from the stories he had shared of his past how important Jeh-Kant was for him, and right in this moment she felt his previous self fighting to return and push Verus to the back.

“Get a load of this guy! You must have another dying wish on you.”

She directly spoke to Bereon, referring to her master who she could feel was shifting into a great anger right as that small ray of light inside her master was blocked and hidden away by darkness once more. Anathema her eyes grew large as she saw Lord Verus’ hand travel towards his helmet which was followed by a click and the hydraulic sound that echoed through the room as he began to remove his mask. Soon, she and Bereon would be met by Verus his face, one that had not been revealed in a very long time. Not even Anathema, herself had frequently seen his face, it was a rare sight. His facial reveal did not shake off his anger, right then as her master mocked Bereon in his face with his traumatic experiences she could see Bereon’s face change colors as she saw how his master grasped his throat to choke him through the force and was struggling to breathe which was only made more difficult. Anathema stared at Bereon while he was in this vulnerable position.

“You are not in a position to talk so high and mighty Bereon Vyr, let alone to make demands or ask for release.” ​

 

[Canaan Jackal]

It was still incomplete and unrefined as of yet. Physically his transformation had begun to stabilize, but mentally the being once known by the name Bereon Vyr had yet to stabilize mentally. As of this moment he was merely a being defined solely by instinct and desires, and as such his speech and actions held no form or forethought to them. He merely acted to satiate his lust to feed on all the negative emotions to continue to further bolster his power in the Dark Side.

Though of course when dealing with one as perfectly corrupted by it as Verus, such an instance of provocation could easily illicit dire consequences. Yet even pain in the creature’s mind was also something that the Stenax could turn to seek out so as to forge himself further in the darkness. A task in which Verus would no doubt quickly oblige due to his provocations. Little did this new being realize how deeply an affect his actions actually held.

And when Verus came to reveal his face, only then did he come to himself, as he realized the mastermind behind all the goings on in the galaxy at this time. And only then did it all make sense to him. It was none other than Cain Farr, a former ally of his, who was behind all of this. How the Force worked in mysterious ways for the two comrades to reunite in such a manner.

“I see now,” he said, maintaining his grin as his body began to succumb to unconsciousness from the lack of oxygen.

Your wish is my command my lord.
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[DarthVerus]

Lord Verus, Master of the Order of Bogan​

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1049 ABY, Night, 12th day of 11th month, Corellia, Star Forge, Revelations​

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The prisoner finally learned his place—and not only, he found himself merely scratching the surface of what was transpiring all about. The galaxy at large. Him, Verus and Anathema were but pieces on a desk played by masters that were far greater than all of them. Bogan, the Will of the Force itself, was a story played by beings that he greatly despised. And many things were yet to be unveiled and revealed. Verus loosened his grip on the prisoner, allowing him space and time to breathe. He swiftly installed his mask back with his right hand as he regained his usual poise, as he looked upon his prisoner with a tint of pity. He fully understood what Bereon had gone through. He’d been there himself—helpless in the face of revelations and things he couldn’t comprehend or control. But he’d help him the way he helped himself once, by giving him a new purpose.

”And my will is what you will execute from now on, Bereon. Henceforth, you shall be called Counselor… Proditius. You will be my tool in erasing all things I deem unnecessary, or necessary.”

Verus spoke with calmness and almost as if warmth, but still with a tint of belittlement. He let his old comrade know that he’d be in no position to challenge his will, and that from now on he’d have little left of his own true will. And if he did commit to his own will, he’d be swiftly replaced. Verus could deduce from Bereon’s words that he wanted to settle the score with those who executed his master, and that was a wish he could certainly grant.

”If it is revenge you seek, that is what you will get. But you will pay a steep price for it. You will be thrown to the fires of Udunn, and only if you survive them you will be able to attain your wish.”

Verus spoke, as abruptly an officer in the servitude of the Order of Bogan found his way to the prison cells. The officer stood five meters apart from Verus and Anathema, behind them. He bowed his head out of fear and respect, knowing that he disrupted something he had no part in. ”Lord Verus, I am bringing an urgent message from Supreme Leader Bogan. He wishes to speak with you, alone. Admiral Raius is also beginning his broadcast soon. Perhaps Lady Anathema should attend it in your stead?” The officer spoke as Verus turned to him, acknowledging his presence. As soon as he heard that Bogan required his attendance he knew what it meant—Bogan was aware of the boy being alive. Jeh’Kant was someone he had wanted for a long time, a part of his centuries-long plan. He had no choice but to do as Bogan wished. As for Anathema and Bereon, he’d have to entrust their prisoner to his apprentice for the time being.

”Lieutenant Halla, thank you for relying the news. I will attend to Lord Bogan immediately. As for Raius’ broadcast, my apprentice will attend to it with our newfound counselor.”​

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