Title: Forever Lost (Part 2/? of Chapter 1/3)
Part Title: Darth Cloudious
Summary: Eimur Ragaski was one of the few Jedi to break away from the
Order. But now, many years after the fall of the Republic and the Clone
War, Eimur is on the run from the Empire and hopes to take refuge of
Tatooine. Unfortunately, when he receives a call from an old acquantice,
nothing could prepare him for the adventure he was about to embark upon.
Alter Fic Summary: Ramious Dulmarr has been tortured and raped most of his
life to keep him in check. He is one of the greatest leaders in the
Empire, his strategies flowing perfectly and flawlessly. However, he
despises the Empire and hopes to rebel. What happens when a Jedi Padawan
stoes aboard his ship and offers him both freedom and mental peace in
exchange for his friendship?
Genre: Star Wars
Ratings: A/U, cursing, slash, violence, mention of rape/abuse/child
molestation, a tad OOC.
Time Period: Mention of episodes 1-3, starts with Episode 4
Disclaimer: My Chars are MY possesion, and my possesion ONLY!! Everybody
else belongs to George Lucas and Lucasfilm Ltd., and ONLY them. I'm just
borrowing them to play with for a while.
Fiery, ruby red eyes glared at the wrechage of a moisture farm which had burned to the ground on his order. His extremely short, except for the two, long braids draping before his ears, forest green hair was now dusty, and appeared to be a lighter color. The young man scowled before turning on his heel and sliding into the back seat of a speeder which he used for such trips. He signalled boredly for the driver to head to Mos Eisley, following what few leads they had gotten. "I hate this miserable mudball. Get us to that damned city as fast as possible," Ramious growled at the unfortunate driver. "Yes sir." the driver commented automatically, picking up speed. The irritable young man reclined back in his seat, his permanent scowl set in place as the journey continued. He knew it would take at least two hours to get there, at least. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, knowing that he would, once again, have to experience his tortured past in the dream world. He shrugged, slipping into a deep slumber. ~*~ He groaned softly, feeling the hot, wet blood trail down his thighs and drip to the floor bellow with a sickening sound echoing throuout the chamber. The fifteen year old gazed at his master with cool, calculative eyes, scanning the man's expression in hope he could figure out the reason for such large amounts of pain and torment. He shook his head, letting his feet drop from beneath him, giving them a small time of rest while he let his shackled hands hold up his body. Ramious' blood went cold as he heard the chilling, sadistic laughter of his master, Darth Sidious, the Emperor of the dreaded Empire. The youth cringed back slightly as his master decended the steps before the old man stood directly in front of his nude apprentice. "Ramious... Do you fear me?" His voice was chilling, causing the very insides of the poor young man before him to churn unpleasantly. "Y-yes, M-master Sidious..." whimpered the tortured youth, his body shaking slightly along with his voice. "Good, good... I will let you down now. Then you will retrieve your clothing from the gaurds and return to your command ship, understood?" "Y..yes, my lord..." "Good... You learn well, my young apprentice..." ~*~ He started awake gasping slightly for breath. He quickly glanced about for the gaurds, but noticed that they were conversing a few feet away, leaning against the entrance to their hangar. Ramious sighed softly in relief. His personal gaurds had grown accustomed to his contsant nightmares and wisely let him be whenever they occured. The dark Jedi silently praised them for their work, and decided that he'd give them a raise upon returning to the command ship. With a steady sigh, he ran his fingers through his thick hair, realising he, once again, had to cut it within reasonable lengths. He climbed out of the speeder, walking towards the officers who were, now, standing alert. With a swift command they dashed inside the hangar, beginning to prepare the shuttle for lift-off. His head snapped to the side, suddenly when he caught sight of farmiliar, blue robes, splaying in the breeze. He watched the the man for a short while before his object in sudden interest turned and caught his glance, nodding slightly in thanks. Ramious watched him go, reclining against the speeder casually, despite the uneasy glances cast at him by the passer-bys. "I'll let you go this time, Eimur Ragaski..." he murmured softly, his mouth twitching in a faint smirk. "I still need your help." ~*~ The shuttle ride was dull and boring, just like any before it, leaving him to sit and ponder his memories and thoughts. The wretched memories had continued on long past the time when Emperor had stopped such 'sessions', but the dark lord had left his mark, indeed he had. Ramious' will was broken, collared and leeshed by Darth Sidious, and was easily manipulated to the evil leader's will. He wanted to rebel, hell, he'd been plotting to for quite some time, but every time he prepared to act upon his thoughts, the fear of the Emperor finding him, of the repeated rapes and beatings that would undoubtably ensue, were enough to quell such thoughts. The young man drew in a long, depressed sigh as he sensed the presence of his dark lord. What had he done this time? He didn't know, he never did, but it was always his fault, and he had to be punished severely for it. Ramious wondered, briefly, if Anakin, no, Vader, had gone through the same torture and punishment, and, at the same time, cast that idea aside. Of course he hand't! It was foolish to think so, considering that Sidious always referred to Anakin as 'My Friend', or 'Lord Vader' opposed to him who he often preferred the name 'Boy', or just 'Darth Cloudious'; Ramious detested both with a vengeance. He did, in fact, appreciate that he was allowed to wear what he wished, but strongly disliked his chambers, which he forbade any to enter. There was, of course, a large communications screen in the same location that Vader's would be, and there was, indeed, a quite comfortable seat before it, but the rest was a nightmare. The objects within that room kept him away from it, leaving him to communicate with his officers, who he was not quite a strict with a Vader was. He enjoyed speaking with his generals about tactics and strategy, things he had never had a chance to learn as a child, since he was busy being trained and... doing other things. Upon learning from his various commanders, he had also become one of the most respected leaders in the Empire. Most soldiers were joyous when assigned to his fleet, considering he very rarely killed an officer, unless it was for treason. Ramious took pride in this. The young man hated the Empire and its morals of 'Gain power no matter what the cost.' It tainted his way of thinking and blurred his vision slightly from the truth. Of course, the Empire was controlled by the Emperor, and the Emperor alone, so it didn't really matter what you believed, it was always disproved by the emperor, and, as many soldiers who he considered heavy ass-kissers would say, 'The Emperor is ALWAYS right.' Ramious was drawn suddenly from his thoughts as one of his gaurds glanced back at him and informed the young man of their arrival at the command ship. He nodded and sighed, slipping further back into his chair as he saw the docking bay draw nearer and nearer, until they were finally inside the docking bay. He groaned softly to himself when he noticed both Vader and the Emperor were on board and were comming to escort him from his shuttle, drawing the attention of his most loyal gaurd, Griggs. "Sir, are you alright?" he asked, looking concerned. Ramious had told the soldier, and ONLY him about what had happened in his past, just so he had someone to talk to. The slightly younger man was a savior at times, and the dark Jedi appreciated his gaurd's concern. "I'm fine, Griggs. Inform the commander that I may be late for today's meeting. I have business to attend to..." "Yessir." He felt the slight jolt as the craft settled and then stood, heading towards exit ramp as it slowly came down and finally touched the floor of the docking bay. As he strode down the ramp, his two personal gaurd behind him, blaster rifles held at ready, he saw Sidious slowly appraoch, Vader close on his tail. He stepped off the ramp finally and appraoched them, steeling his nerves as he stopped before them, bowing in respect before nodding to his commander to disperse the company that had arrived respectfly to line up for show. "Hello, Emperor Sidious, Lord Vader. Your presence here is a very pleasent surprise, how may I help you?" Ramious asked, seeming quite cheerful; he knew how to act both in body and mind on these occassions. "Good day, Lord Cloudious," began Vader, the only person in the upper ranks who actually respected him with that title."Was your search for the pod a success?" Ramious replied to this as soon as they began marching towards the bridge by drawing a restraining bolt from his pocket and holding it up for them to see. "We found this near the wrechage. It seems there were two droids, judging by the tracks left. We traced them through a band of local droid dealers called Jawas to a moisture farm. From the farmers' information we traced them to Mos Eisley, but the droids had been taken aboard a ship called the Millenium Falcon and had left a short while before we got there." "I see... You have done well, Cloudious," piped in the Emperor. "We will find this Millenium Falcon and will interrogate all those we find on board. I want those plans found!!" "Yes, sir. I will send my fleet to search for this ship at once," replied Ramious, bowing his head slightly in respect. "If it is your lordship's wish, that is." "And I will keep alert at the Death Star. If the plans reach the Rebellion, they may find a weak point in our defenses,"added Vader, nodding his masked head in emphasis. They all stopped shortly after the Emperor's abrupt halt. He then turned and walked towards Ramious' shuttle slowly. "I will return to the headquarters on Courascant... You two... Plan the defense of the Empire well..." "Yes M'lord." Both Ramious and Anakin replied simultaneously before turning and walking towards the bridge of the ship, entering the lift and glancing at one another before Ramious tapped in a floor code and the doors slid shut as the lift travelled slowly upwards. "You did well. Your fear is becoming less and less aparent." "...Thank you." Ramious sighed softly, leaning against the support bars lining the inside of the tube. His eyes slowly slid shut and his shoulders slumped slightly. He allowed the weight of all the activities which had transpired in his life show around very few, keeping his strong and cocky facade as an ever- durable mask he could slip on and off. Vader was one of the few people he would actually talk to about his problems. "The nightmares have become more frequent and unsettling. I need to be rid of such abomidable(sp?) visions so I can carry on my duties normaly." "I will speak with the Emperor. Perhaps I can manage to gain you leave to ease your mental troubles." "I would deeply apreciate that, Anakin. I do wish to go to my home planet of Crelia in the near future. It is quite wonderous and peaceful there..." "It must be... But right now you must focus, Ramious. I know your thoughts, and know that they lead to deceit and betrayal of the Emperor. I will not report or try to stop you, but I cannot help you either. You're on your own." "If I do rebel, you'll be my enemy, Vader." "I realise that, but you cannot allow that to cloud your judgement. Be strong, my Padawan." "I am no longer a weak child. I will stand on my own no matter what the cost, even if I must confront you and the Emperor." "Enough of such talk. Why not go to Courascant and refule? That way I could discuss these matters with the Emperor." The automatic doors of the chute suddenly slid open, allowing the two men to pass through them and onto the command deck. Ramious immediately gave orders to head to Courascant, knowing that trusting Anakin's advise was actually a safe move. He glanced at the radar officer as he began chattering excitedly with a soldier next to him. He nodded before looking at the Dark Jedi. "Sir, I believe we have found this Millenium Falcon. It just recently entered hyper space once again outside the Kloon system. The ship was heading to Alderaan." Ramious nodded before turning to Vader. "They're heading towards the Death Star. I give you permission to use a shuttle of your choosing to get there and warn your troops." "I agree with your reasonings, Master Cloudious. I will head there at once," answered Vader politely before turning on his heel and once again boarding the turbolift which almost immediately began to take him down to the docks once again. "Pause the leap into Hyper Space until Vader's shuttle has left." "Yessir." ~*~ Courascant. It was a horrid place in his memories. All the same, his ship needed to refule, and this was the closest place to do it. He sighed boredly in his chair inside his newly redone room which had been started and finished by the Emperor during his short trip to Tatooine. It had been over two hours since they had docked in the refuling bay, and the long wait was trying his nerves to the point of irritability. With a groan he rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to remove some of the stiffness there. He winced slightly when he felt a joint pop under his minstration, but soon forgot it when the tension slowly began to disipate. 'Oww....' he thought, his face twisted in a grimace as a second joint popped. Ramious immediately turned in his pale, white and black chair when the communication chimes sounded and he instantly activated the viewing screen. Admiral Pawtire appeared fuzzily and saluted him before continuing when the other man nodded his head for the officer to commence. "Sir, we have found a stowaway on board. What would you like us to do with him, Sir?" "Put him in an empty holding cell. Do not allow ANYONE but me into that cell.,"he replied, his eye twitching slightly and revealing his slight surprise. "Description?" "We have a hologram of him, M'lord. Would you like to view it?" "Yes." A few moments later, a hologram of a man in long robes, his eyes slitted in a cat-like fashion appeared. Ramious had to restrain himself from gaping. 'That idiot!! Why would he risk getting caught...?!'
Fiery, ruby red eyes glared at the wrechage of a moisture farm which had burned to the ground on his order. His extremely short, except for the two, long braids draping before his ears, forest green hair was now dusty, and appeared to be a lighter color. The young man scowled before turning on his heel and sliding into the back seat of a speeder which he used for such trips. He signalled boredly for the driver to head to Mos Eisley, following what few leads they had gotten. "I hate this miserable mudball. Get us to that damned city as fast as possible," Ramious growled at the unfortunate driver. "Yes sir." the driver commented automatically, picking up speed. The irritable young man reclined back in his seat, his permanent scowl set in place as the journey continued. He knew it would take at least two hours to get there, at least. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, knowing that he would, once again, have to experience his tortured past in the dream world. He shrugged, slipping into a deep slumber. ~*~ He groaned softly, feeling the hot, wet blood trail down his thighs and drip to the floor bellow with a sickening sound echoing throuout the chamber. The fifteen year old gazed at his master with cool, calculative eyes, scanning the man's expression in hope he could figure out the reason for such large amounts of pain and torment. He shook his head, letting his feet drop from beneath him, giving them a small time of rest while he let his shackled hands hold up his body. Ramious' blood went cold as he heard the chilling, sadistic laughter of his master, Darth Sidious, the Emperor of the dreaded Empire. The youth cringed back slightly as his master decended the steps before the old man stood directly in front of his nude apprentice. "Ramious... Do you fear me?" His voice was chilling, causing the very insides of the poor young man before him to churn unpleasantly. "Y-yes, M-master Sidious..." whimpered the tortured youth, his body shaking slightly along with his voice. "Good, good... I will let you down now. Then you will retrieve your clothing from the gaurds and return to your command ship, understood?" "Y..yes, my lord..." "Good... You learn well, my young apprentice..." ~*~ He started awake gasping slightly for breath. He quickly glanced about for the gaurds, but noticed that they were conversing a few feet away, leaning against the entrance to their hangar. Ramious sighed softly in relief. His personal gaurds had grown accustomed to his contsant nightmares and wisely let him be whenever they occured. The dark Jedi silently praised them for their work, and decided that he'd give them a raise upon returning to the command ship. With a steady sigh, he ran his fingers through his thick hair, realising he, once again, had to cut it within reasonable lengths. He climbed out of the speeder, walking towards the officers who were, now, standing alert. With a swift command they dashed inside the hangar, beginning to prepare the shuttle for lift-off. His head snapped to the side, suddenly when he caught sight of farmiliar, blue robes, splaying in the breeze. He watched the the man for a short while before his object in sudden interest turned and caught his glance, nodding slightly in thanks. Ramious watched him go, reclining against the speeder casually, despite the uneasy glances cast at him by the passer-bys. "I'll let you go this time, Eimur Ragaski..." he murmured softly, his mouth twitching in a faint smirk. "I still need your help." ~*~ The shuttle ride was dull and boring, just like any before it, leaving him to sit and ponder his memories and thoughts. The wretched memories had continued on long past the time when Emperor had stopped such 'sessions', but the dark lord had left his mark, indeed he had. Ramious' will was broken, collared and leeshed by Darth Sidious, and was easily manipulated to the evil leader's will. He wanted to rebel, hell, he'd been plotting to for quite some time, but every time he prepared to act upon his thoughts, the fear of the Emperor finding him, of the repeated rapes and beatings that would undoubtably ensue, were enough to quell such thoughts. The young man drew in a long, depressed sigh as he sensed the presence of his dark lord. What had he done this time? He didn't know, he never did, but it was always his fault, and he had to be punished severely for it. Ramious wondered, briefly, if Anakin, no, Vader, had gone through the same torture and punishment, and, at the same time, cast that idea aside. Of course he hand't! It was foolish to think so, considering that Sidious always referred to Anakin as 'My Friend', or 'Lord Vader' opposed to him who he often preferred the name 'Boy', or just 'Darth Cloudious'; Ramious detested both with a vengeance. He did, in fact, appreciate that he was allowed to wear what he wished, but strongly disliked his chambers, which he forbade any to enter. There was, of course, a large communications screen in the same location that Vader's would be, and there was, indeed, a quite comfortable seat before it, but the rest was a nightmare. The objects within that room kept him away from it, leaving him to communicate with his officers, who he was not quite a strict with a Vader was. He enjoyed speaking with his generals about tactics and strategy, things he had never had a chance to learn as a child, since he was busy being trained and... doing other things. Upon learning from his various commanders, he had also become one of the most respected leaders in the Empire. Most soldiers were joyous when assigned to his fleet, considering he very rarely killed an officer, unless it was for treason. Ramious took pride in this. The young man hated the Empire and its morals of 'Gain power no matter what the cost.' It tainted his way of thinking and blurred his vision slightly from the truth. Of course, the Empire was controlled by the Emperor, and the Emperor alone, so it didn't really matter what you believed, it was always disproved by the emperor, and, as many soldiers who he considered heavy ass-kissers would say, 'The Emperor is ALWAYS right.' Ramious was drawn suddenly from his thoughts as one of his gaurds glanced back at him and informed the young man of their arrival at the command ship. He nodded and sighed, slipping further back into his chair as he saw the docking bay draw nearer and nearer, until they were finally inside the docking bay. He groaned softly to himself when he noticed both Vader and the Emperor were on board and were comming to escort him from his shuttle, drawing the attention of his most loyal gaurd, Griggs. "Sir, are you alright?" he asked, looking concerned. Ramious had told the soldier, and ONLY him about what had happened in his past, just so he had someone to talk to. The slightly younger man was a savior at times, and the dark Jedi appreciated his gaurd's concern. "I'm fine, Griggs. Inform the commander that I may be late for today's meeting. I have business to attend to..." "Yessir." He felt the slight jolt as the craft settled and then stood, heading towards exit ramp as it slowly came down and finally touched the floor of the docking bay. As he strode down the ramp, his two personal gaurd behind him, blaster rifles held at ready, he saw Sidious slowly appraoch, Vader close on his tail. He stepped off the ramp finally and appraoched them, steeling his nerves as he stopped before them, bowing in respect before nodding to his commander to disperse the company that had arrived respectfly to line up for show. "Hello, Emperor Sidious, Lord Vader. Your presence here is a very pleasent surprise, how may I help you?" Ramious asked, seeming quite cheerful; he knew how to act both in body and mind on these occassions. "Good day, Lord Cloudious," began Vader, the only person in the upper ranks who actually respected him with that title."Was your search for the pod a success?" Ramious replied to this as soon as they began marching towards the bridge by drawing a restraining bolt from his pocket and holding it up for them to see. "We found this near the wrechage. It seems there were two droids, judging by the tracks left. We traced them through a band of local droid dealers called Jawas to a moisture farm. From the farmers' information we traced them to Mos Eisley, but the droids had been taken aboard a ship called the Millenium Falcon and had left a short while before we got there." "I see... You have done well, Cloudious," piped in the Emperor. "We will find this Millenium Falcon and will interrogate all those we find on board. I want those plans found!!" "Yes, sir. I will send my fleet to search for this ship at once," replied Ramious, bowing his head slightly in respect. "If it is your lordship's wish, that is." "And I will keep alert at the Death Star. If the plans reach the Rebellion, they may find a weak point in our defenses,"added Vader, nodding his masked head in emphasis. They all stopped shortly after the Emperor's abrupt halt. He then turned and walked towards Ramious' shuttle slowly. "I will return to the headquarters on Courascant... You two... Plan the defense of the Empire well..." "Yes M'lord." Both Ramious and Anakin replied simultaneously before turning and walking towards the bridge of the ship, entering the lift and glancing at one another before Ramious tapped in a floor code and the doors slid shut as the lift travelled slowly upwards. "You did well. Your fear is becoming less and less aparent." "...Thank you." Ramious sighed softly, leaning against the support bars lining the inside of the tube. His eyes slowly slid shut and his shoulders slumped slightly. He allowed the weight of all the activities which had transpired in his life show around very few, keeping his strong and cocky facade as an ever- durable mask he could slip on and off. Vader was one of the few people he would actually talk to about his problems. "The nightmares have become more frequent and unsettling. I need to be rid of such abomidable(sp?) visions so I can carry on my duties normaly." "I will speak with the Emperor. Perhaps I can manage to gain you leave to ease your mental troubles." "I would deeply apreciate that, Anakin. I do wish to go to my home planet of Crelia in the near future. It is quite wonderous and peaceful there..." "It must be... But right now you must focus, Ramious. I know your thoughts, and know that they lead to deceit and betrayal of the Emperor. I will not report or try to stop you, but I cannot help you either. You're on your own." "If I do rebel, you'll be my enemy, Vader." "I realise that, but you cannot allow that to cloud your judgement. Be strong, my Padawan." "I am no longer a weak child. I will stand on my own no matter what the cost, even if I must confront you and the Emperor." "Enough of such talk. Why not go to Courascant and refule? That way I could discuss these matters with the Emperor." The automatic doors of the chute suddenly slid open, allowing the two men to pass through them and onto the command deck. Ramious immediately gave orders to head to Courascant, knowing that trusting Anakin's advise was actually a safe move. He glanced at the radar officer as he began chattering excitedly with a soldier next to him. He nodded before looking at the Dark Jedi. "Sir, I believe we have found this Millenium Falcon. It just recently entered hyper space once again outside the Kloon system. The ship was heading to Alderaan." Ramious nodded before turning to Vader. "They're heading towards the Death Star. I give you permission to use a shuttle of your choosing to get there and warn your troops." "I agree with your reasonings, Master Cloudious. I will head there at once," answered Vader politely before turning on his heel and once again boarding the turbolift which almost immediately began to take him down to the docks once again. "Pause the leap into Hyper Space until Vader's shuttle has left." "Yessir." ~*~ Courascant. It was a horrid place in his memories. All the same, his ship needed to refule, and this was the closest place to do it. He sighed boredly in his chair inside his newly redone room which had been started and finished by the Emperor during his short trip to Tatooine. It had been over two hours since they had docked in the refuling bay, and the long wait was trying his nerves to the point of irritability. With a groan he rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to remove some of the stiffness there. He winced slightly when he felt a joint pop under his minstration, but soon forgot it when the tension slowly began to disipate. 'Oww....' he thought, his face twisted in a grimace as a second joint popped. Ramious immediately turned in his pale, white and black chair when the communication chimes sounded and he instantly activated the viewing screen. Admiral Pawtire appeared fuzzily and saluted him before continuing when the other man nodded his head for the officer to commence. "Sir, we have found a stowaway on board. What would you like us to do with him, Sir?" "Put him in an empty holding cell. Do not allow ANYONE but me into that cell.,"he replied, his eye twitching slightly and revealing his slight surprise. "Description?" "We have a hologram of him, M'lord. Would you like to view it?" "Yes." A few moments later, a hologram of a man in long robes, his eyes slitted in a cat-like fashion appeared. Ramious had to restrain himself from gaping. 'That idiot!! Why would he risk getting caught...?!'