Chapter 2 – The trap is in motion

This is how it feels to be Dopia Ordin right now: Your soul is burning with hate, you care of no one and nothing. The only thing on your mind is power and domination, and the manner in which you will achieve it. You are blinded by your ambition, there is nothing but greed and power in your world. Malevolence seeds through your soul eating away at the remains of the man that once lived in the body of Dopia Ordin. You despise the remnants of your former self, and attempt to destroy more and more of your past self. The normal emotions you now feel are all sorted in with those of the darkside, antipathy, disgust, malice, these emotions attach themselves to anything you are still capable of feeling. Even the bits of joy you feel all have clandestine schemes and emotion behind them.

Dopia Ordin watched the video feed that was presented in front of him. It was that of Jan Ors, wife of his nemesis Kyle Katarn, spouse of that pitiful Jedi. Dopia Ordin could not control his rage as he thought about the Jedi Knight, the man that was a haven for all that was light and moral. Although Dopias rage quickly subsided as he watched his foe's wife approach. Dopia daydreams of him ripping her apart limb by limb, how her torture was going to lead that foolish Katarn to his secrete layer. Dopia could not help but smile with glee, although no man could call that a smile, the darkside had consumed the good looks the man had once had, now only pale wrinkly terrifying face remain. However most frightening of all the features on the dark Jedi's face were his eyes, those yellow-chilling eyes, to look in to those eyes, there is no experience like it. The rancor loathing that resides in those eyes, they are enough to kill a man. Dopia's long black reptilian cloak fluttered as he strolled across his large office. His eyes never wondering away from the holofeed, where Jan Ors had now reached the door, Dopia excitement started to mount, this is where he was going to have fun. The amoral man digger deep in his pocket for his com device, then activated it with a push of it's uppermost toggle.

"Commander Reine, come in…" Dopia impatiently waited several seconds for the reply.

"Ye….s, my dar…..k lord, what is you….r bidding." The inexperienced commanders voice wavered throughout the entire response, Dopia laughed as he imaged the commander pissing himself, all in the fear of disappointing him, how dear.

"Commander please, go to entrance A5, we have a special visitor. The military man's replay came back with much more surprise this time,

"Ho…w would so….me one found your hide out my lor…d. I mean the cloaking device ha…s been up for days and you did assure as that no force user could enter …" Dopia cut him off,

"You think I lie commander Reine, do you think I have given you misinformation?" The commander's answer was rushed,

"No, No, No, of course not my lord, you would never….huhhh……huhhh." Dopia laughed as he heard the man gasping for breath over the intercom, he could not deiced weather to strengthen his force grip on the mans gullet every time he gasped or to loosen it. He let go of the grip on the mans throat seconds later, their was no need to loss another one of these commanders, for then he would have to fly another one out from Yaga-Minor.

"Now commander, do you trust my better judgment?" Dopia said in an deep sinister tone. The commander returned with a muffled,

"Yes of cou….rse, my lord." Dopia face contorted in to his most pernicious smirk,

"Good, now send your troopers to meet this day lady at the entrance, then bring her to me. Now if she is killed in the process then you shall pay with your and your men's lives, you hear me commander."

"Yes my lord."

"Then be gone."

Jan Ors Katarn lurked in the shadows behind the large asylums main entrance, she of course thought it too be an Imperial information office. It was of course nothing of the kind, for this was Dopia Ordin's office, his home of operations. Jan watched as the two guards patrolled the front entrance, she thought of ways of deposing of them. She had dealt with many more then two guards before, this was going to be easy, at least she thought it would be. Jan vaulted up from her sitting position, and charged toward the first guard, blaster blazing. The first stormtooper was caught of guard, or maybe just being arrogant but he didn't even take any defensive action. All three blaster bolts that were aimed at his head found there targeted. Now the second guard was the only thing that sat between Jan and the hall of records that she thought to be within that building. Jan hurled her petite body away from the return shoots from the second trooper. His retort, was effective still as the trooper had caught Jan in the upper breast bone. She fought her instinct to stop and rub the aching wound, she still had to deal with the trooper. Jan sat back pressed against a protruding piece of the structures outer rampart, out of sight of the second trooper. Jan waited blaster in hand well the trooper nudged closer and closer to her position. The instance he showed she pulled the trigged with as much force possible. The trooper was shot down before he had even saw the women and only got a clear look of her in his dying moments well his origins started to fail. Jan rusted past the troopers dead body with delight, she now had access to the one thing she wanted most in the world right now, well second most wanted thing, a baby would be the number most thing she wanted but Kyle was not soon to allow that to happen anywhere in the immediate future. Jan slowly approached in to the security consul that held the controls to open the door. She was never one for hacking such items, but she did have several deceives that would aid her in doing so. Jan pulled out a computer spike as she reached the consul but the door opened without her even touching the consul. The brown haired female slowed at the now open door and the passage beyond it. It seemed safe enough, she cautiously entered the door way. It slammed closed right after she cleared it, Jan rolled forward to get away from the slamming door and crashed in too something at the end of her barrel roll. She looked up and saw the thing she had crushed in too, an Imperial officer. In another circumstance Jan would of enjoyed her current position on her back, but this was not sex, this was battle and on our back is the worse place to be in a fire fight. Jan slowly started to rise, but the Imperial officer now hovering above violently pushed her back down. He chuckled,

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, silly girl, did you think that security detail outside was the only security, we knew you were coming silly girl." Jan stared in too the man's eyes with pure disgust,

"You fucker, you bothan folder, you sithspawn piece of…!" This was all she got out before he slapped her across the face.

"When my husband.." She murmured. The officer snickered once again,

"O'dear were planing on it, we are planing on it."

Jan awoke forced caged and in pure anguish. She looked around the large circular basin of a room she was held, least they had good furnishing she thought. The only figure the elegant carpet stoop 2 meters tall wearing a black reptilian cloak, with hood up and face shadowed by obscurity. Jan contemplated her situation, well she hadn't been tortured that was a good thing, but the man in front of her look quite capable of doing so, Jan figured it would be best to find out.

"Hey you." She bellowed. The cloak figure turned to fully face her now, she now would peer inside that hood, to see a face, that was…. repulsive by all means. She cringed as eerie figure glided closer and closer, her eyes transfixed on the cloaked figures face, she had now determined it was a man, one with eyes yellow as could be, burning with loathing and antipathy. He spoke in his snake like tone, smooth and high pitched,

"Hello my dear girl, welcome to my lair. I trust you find yourself well."
"What are you keeping me here for, where is my father?" Jan spat. The man chuckled, Jan started to wonder if this place was a fucking laugh factory,

"Don't you laugh tell me" shouted once again. The man had now stopped his laughing, although it seemed to take great strength to do so.

"I my dear am your worst nightmare, I am Dopia Ordin. And as for you father, well let's just say I'm sure he has his hands full right now."
"What do you mean?" The women said inquisitively.

"In time my dear." Jan thought about the name Dopia Ordin, she knew that name Kyle had told her once,

"You're a fallen Jedi, my husband told me about you!" Dopia Ordin brought his had to his pale leathery face,

"I am, but it is a question of who has fallen. For I am mighty still, I gain power through exercising my power, unlike your husband and his pitiful friends who try to gain power with knowledge. For I know there is nothing more to be learner, the final part of my training was too kill my master and that is what I am here to do?"

"And what does that have to do with me" Jan said.

"Did you not know your friend Kyle was my dear master, although he taught me by my old name." Jan had pondered thinking of all Kyle's students, this man looked nothing like anyone he had ever thought, although she had heard stories about the darkside mutating a face like so.

"And that name would be?" Dopia walked to a position straight in front of the cage,

"Jaden Korr, remember your dear husbands lost friend. Tick, Tick, Tick, see I wasn't lost to a Krat Dragoon, one of those mindless things kill me, ha unlikely." Jan interrupted his lecture on the force,

"But they found your body." This time he barked with full-blown laughter,

"See ignorant women, such is the power of the darkside, I could not use that old body, it was to much a vessel of the light. This body suits me more." Jan recoiled as the man ran his hand down his face to his body pale chest, she could not think of anybody's mind who was suited for such a body.

"Then what are you here to do with me Jaden or Dopia, what ever you name is."
"In time my dear, in time. Although what do I plan too do with, well your going to die soon enough." Jan once again muttered a comment about her husband under heard breath, and once again the person that heard it said,
"I'm counting on it." Jan quickly replied in a stronger, louder voice,

"Why the hell do people keep saying that?" This time Dopia let himself go with laughter, his high squealing shriek was more then Jan's eyes could bare.

"Honey in time this she all be clear, when both you and your husband are dead, on this very floor and I tell you this, I will make sure of this." Now it was Jan's turn to laugh,

"You don't now my husband if you think he'll go with out a fight, I think there is a greater chance I will be looking down on your dead body." Dopia's face contorted with anger,
"Girl you see don't know, you don't see the power of the darkside, how about we give you a taste, huh." Dopia pulled his slaves up, exposing his long pale clammy hands, he pointed them both at Jan, she had an idea of what was coming, and knew it was going to be painful, might even kill her. The dark Jedi said one last sentence,

"Now I'm afraid this will hurt." With this he sent a many set of lighting bolts screaming from his fingers to Jan's body, breaking through the force cage in the process. Jan fell to the ground in anguish, she shrieked and howled with pain. The lighting priced through every part of her body, it was like millions of hot dangers digging in too your body, it was pain beyond pain. The only other thing that filled the hall besides Jan's screams was Dopia's laughter, that high screeching laugher.