Millennia Lost

Preface

Life as a rule is generally challenging, frequently hazardous, arduous and sometimes very unrewarding. This was exactly what Belisaere had in mind when he thought of the life of a Sith, especially as he knew the risks going in, he would likely die, alone and forgotten in the wastelands of Korriban trying to make it as an apprentice, he knew and he chose. he was no slave, his family was true Sith, born and bred from an ancient lineage. Despite his misgivings being quelled early on, he found something else that confused him and set the rapidly growing dark heart in a slightly different direction, A Twi'Lek woman named Vette. She did everything he hoped he could do, disrespecting authority (Not getting away with it usually, but that's beside the point) being generally light hearted and not getting pulled down by the world around her, a unique skill that he wished he had known growing up. The days of his growth from an acolyte to an apprentice to a Lord of Sith are already logged in history and many should know already, it is very similar to that of others, save that he deceived his masters in a way very different than most Sith would do, he hid and justified his actions and proved himself above scrutiny just so that he might maintain his strangely light core of self. But this is merely who he was and his travels from within his time, however, the Force had a very different idea of where he should his apex of power.

Chapter 1: The Nature of a Sith Never Changes

At the sound of blaster fire I can easily realize I have been betrayed, not an uncommon occurrence at the top of the Sith hierarchy but nevertheless an excessively tiresome one. I really thought that with the position of The Emperor's Wrath that the backstabbing would at least slow down a bit, but that really was a foolish thought after all, not much point in believing in the humanity of the Sith when they actively deny such a thing. Anyway, the blaster fire from the converging troops in the compound indicate that I will likely have to be moving or I will have so many of them on me I may not be able to block all of their shots. I look back to Vette and see her eyes glint maliciously at the challenge, perhaps some of my inherent Sithy-ness is getting to her, I didn't think she was aggressive in this way when I first picked her up, but maybe she was still locked away in her shell back then… Anwyay, I need to be leaving and Vette has little way of survival without me so she's coming with me. "Okay then, welcome overstayed, Vette, we will be leaving now, shoot out the window while I block them, that's our exit." I point out which window then stick with concentrating on blocking the shots while she shoots the presumably reinforced glass repeatedly "I'm not getting through, these windows are designed NOT to be shot through, this IS a Sith Lords compound ya know?" Vette remarks sarcastically back at me. I knew that already I was just hoping that maybe for once I could jump out a window to escape instead of backtracking through the whole facility all over again "Well… fine, we'll walk out the front… again…" I sighed. The facility would take a little time to get out of but nevertheless, with Vette watching my back somewhat I should be able to manage regardless, this will cause a significant amount of braindead slaughter on my part, but I do have some time to think I suppose, perhaps about why this trash of a Sith Lord thought to lure me to his compound with fake info about Darth Baras' hidden facility then proceed to attempt to kill me.

The entire situation stank of a trap but I have always been terrible at avoiding traps, I typically face them head on, survive them, then solve the situation afterwards, no one ever seems to think their trap will fail, a very notably problematic mentality, one I hope the future generations of Sith get over quickly.

As I was thinking of these relatively useless things I noticed the guards I had been killing were rapidly changing, the guards were no longer humans and a few aliens mixed in but were now almost entirely composed of guard robots of various types, I'm almost positive I saw a droid that was designed for culinary purposes a moment ago, is the resident getting desperate? "Vette keep an eye out, he seems to be getting desperate enough to be sending whatever he can at us, expect a last ditch effort soon" I quietly lean over to Vette and whisper. She nods lightly and turns back to her targets but is now looking around a bit more.

Just as I begin thinking we've made it free we enter the main auditorium of the compound, a huge windowless room that looks designed to fit hundreds of people and I see our host, Lord Worthless standing at the front addressing us. "Why hello and I hope you have enjoyed your stay at my abode Wrath, but the…" Lord Trash spoke to me in such a lordly tone I immediately had to shut him up, I might be a relatively nice Sith but never once have I considered myself not a Sith, killing is a natural part of being a Sith and this Lord was so pathetic that he was unable to get out of my choke. "You never learned your manners, let me make a simple final lesson, don't patronize your superiors, especially if you've irritated them. That's actually all I'm going to give you, I really don't even want to put in the effort anymore, just die." With my words I throw my lightsaber and cleave the poor man in half, he really should have worn some armor, he might have only gotten a deep gash if he had. While chuckling very lightly to myself I hear a warning siren and see the doors behind me close rapidly and the vents around the room open up. I hear Vette sharply inhale "This… oh, dang, I kinda always felt like one of these traps were gonna get us eventually, what do you think the chances of us surviving this are?" she jokingly stated a terrifying truth. I looked at the vents and wondered briefly if I could stuff Vette in one, but I don't think she would fit, walking over to the wall I began considering the death of myself and Vette, I found my thoughts rapidly darkening an strove to maintain control, but nevertheless I moved into that dark haze, deeper and deeper. This could not have been done by some worthless Sith Lord, A Darth was involved here and whoever that was would pay, they would pay dearly/ The darkness became deeper until all I could see was a blood red haze with vague shapes in it only one blue speck remained in my vision, a beacon telling me that which should never be harmed, I suspect it to be Vette but I'm not so sure right now. With my Hatred seething and the Force urging me forward warning me of impending disaster I struck the nearest door with the force repeatedly, I then added my saber to the attacks.

I could feel the Dark side burning deeper in me telling me to submit completely as I dug deeper, the doors were giving but it was too slowly, the Force warning blared in my mind, impending danger was but a step behind then suddenly the Force gave me a slight tug and I could feel a hand on my shoulder melting away the hate, there was sadness but there was also a strange joy. "Hey, hey, come on back… everything's getting a little fuzzy, come back to me…" Finally Vette's voice broke through, I looked back to see Vette teetering and about to fall over while looking at me "Oh… good, I was wondering if you were gonna get stuck like that, not much of a way to go, all angry and vengeful, kinda… depressing" She fell over as she said that, but I caught her before she hit the ground "Hey, I won't have you going to sleep yet, I still have a few things to ask you like would you like a nice house in the city or suburbs or way out there? Though I refuse to buy a house on Tatooine, even if it was a moisture farm, that isn't a very kind place to live." I said whatever came to mind, useless things that had no meaning but whatever would put her at ease, I'm no toxicologist so I have no way of knowing if this mist is lethal or not, I hope so dearly that we will wake up to find ourselves still in this room and laugh it off, but I can tell that is far more than a miracle at this time, the Force would never have warned me so desperately otherwise. "Did… did you know that you did more than help me when you got me off Korriban… and took off my slave collar? You… truly saved me, made me realize that I could be a person who can do something, I wasn't worthless, just another parasite on the galaxy, I could do something, be something, I could be something to… you… Please… remember that you don't need to be alone in this galaxy… You're… You're such a great guy I'm sure even the Jedi would like you…" as she trailed off in a direction that made me ever so more worried about her she lifted an arm up to my mouth, a single finger hooked my lip then her hand went limp and her breathing slowed.

The next few minutes were pure torture, I could feel my body getting weaker and weaker, even with all the resistances I had built up through the years of training my body and being subjected to toxins, but even worse was watching Vette's breathing become lighter and lighter and then stop. My deprived mind wanted to become enraged, destroy everything around me, but I couldn't, an excellent counter to a Sith a chemical to prevent emotions, or maybe I was too tired now, They've already won, I will sleep and hope that I have enough value to keep myself and Vette alive.

A foggy shape entered my vision for a moment and I heard a few ethereal words enter my mind from the two in front of me. "Ashara, load him up, time is of the essence the others will be here soon, can't have that." The yellow and blue blur left and only the black and brown remained. "Hey Wrath, you're a little too volatile for me and I can't very well control the broken pieces of the empire with you also exerting influence, best of luck in the case you aren't scrapped…" the blur then left as did my consciousness